by Ram Krishna Singh
I live in a crowd of fakes
smallness rises with age
my mind has ceased to think
new metaphors hardly happen
hunger keeps me awake all night
I mitigate minginess
inner lives are emptied
and filled with fresh stresses
too many fault lines run through
to make sense of the divide
my passion itches and prompts
I nuzzle the virtual too
it’s the same virus replicating
the same hackers that hurt
the vigour and rigour of
the new, left or pushed behind
whatever the remedy
wounds take deaths to heal
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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 August 14, 2025