Dust Smells

Searching mother
in the thickening dark:
the tree stands
through the twilight
hear the bridge I cross
with
creaking bones
wheeze December
in lonely drizzles:
sun’s last glow
measure wisdom
to unknow, now lower gaze
and look within
the heart’s rhythm:
dust smells beneath the
feet
above the head

From: 
New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (ISBN 978-81-7273-635-4), 2012




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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


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