My poems on Religion appear on Festival for Poetry
A Poem on RELIGION: R.K. Singh
MAHAKUMBH
i.
The Ganges condescended
to flow down from Shiva’s matted hair
with white laughter
from the Himalayas to Kashi
it shone so pure and bright
but failed to quench
the earthly thirst
or cleanse the human heart
their sinful mind
the goddess couldn’t change
I clearly see in its apparent grace
missing all turbulence
so necessary to wash out
the ills of ages it seems
it’s lifeless now
impotent to set right
the rotten state of man
ii.
The morning’s withered flesh
and swollen skin of the day
by bloody nullah in smoke
tears shade tomorrow
like today, everyday they cry
but nobody hears groans, or sees
dark eruptions on naked walls
that hide maps of bones
and skeins of dreams piled
beside broken hearth fate
is a luxury of helplessness
they won’t believe or accept
if there is a hell on earth
it’s here, it’s here, it’s here
iii.
Sacred map
no sense of direction
lost again
the message in numbers
the way in 434*
the twin flame—
missing the connection
scary world
feeling isolated
yet hope to get better
(*One needs to unlock the spiritual meaning of the number, the numerological significance of each digit, says a sadhu!)
iv.
Who sees the smoke
of the thumb-sized flame
the body burns
the ashes of silence
float on the holy breast
tears pollute
–R.K. Singh
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2025/07/14/a-poem-on-religion-r-k-singh/
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