by Ram Krishna Singh
She doesn’t like to see
me
take bath in the sun
or cross the doors naked
the body frightens her
even in the dark
as if buried in dust
the whole year passes
with her turning on me
like rheumatic twinge
emptiness haunts
with mind in the gutter
poetry unsafe
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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 April 30, 2015