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Hearing him talk dung
she doubts his integrity
and curses him for
emitting lava from mouth:
I regret stomach upset

–R.K.SINGH

Rain, rain, rain you love,

And I drown myself in drops of water

Salty water taking away my dreams,

Dazed, I dive deep into the past

And  lovingly touch  the pearls sitting pretty

Inside my heart.

Rain, rain, rain you say

And I flow like a spring from behind the clouds,

Bringing in the sound of fall

That you so like to hear.

Rain, rain, rain you say

And I become water to bring music to your ears.

When the clouds are dark

Looming large over the sky,

Torrents of rain flooding the earth

Rain, rain, rain you cry

And I become the rains to hold you in my arms

Widening cracks, leaking roofs
choked drains in the courtyard
water logging and myriad
such small things make rains a pain

there’s no romance in rainbow
I can’t shape colours of morning
morning shapes my colour

I’m the first victim of my view-s
that shape my head each day
realities and yoga conspire

drinks and pills deride from clothesline
flowers and trees speak in grey
compost of years oozes no wisdom

whatever the poetry, it stinks
idols on the beasts and cattle
overload the carriage
I can’t deliver the burden

prostrate and worship
touch the feet– foolishness
sitting on the ground
in the dust degrade

it’s long fog with blurred sight
virtually blind, no seer
no revelations

–R.K.Singh