by Ram Krishna Singh
depressed mount of sun
and feeble supporting lines--
will i die unknown?
left rotting in the sand
and wind oozing foul smell?
i don't want the sun
to miss my light and blame
the night for writing
the fate with wintry fingers
licking the legs of scarecrow
they can't close their eyes
to the images i brew
for burying secrets
against a dusty mirror
against god's hidden errors
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I have been practicing poetry for over three decades now and have published seventeen collections in English, including three bilingual collections. Till recently Professor at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad, my poems have been widely published, anthologised and translated into over 25 languages., My blogs: https://profrksingh.wordpress.com, http://rksinghpoet.blogspot.in
Last updated May 09, 2019