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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

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

I peeped throu’ the window a few days back,
The deep woods over there, presented a gloomy picture.
The tall trees, shedding leaves, exposed their skeletal frame,
The woods looked as if the Nature had fallen into slumber.
A few days later when I gazed again hopefully,
Pleasantly surprised I was to see a dramatic change.
Tender leaves sprouted, like newly born baby’s grin,
The woods displayed a touch of green here and there.
As more days pass by, to my great excitement,
The Nature awakens and with her magic wand,
Turns the woods into vivid green; overshadowing trunks grey,
A picturesque sight for the eyes of Wordsworth to rhyme.
The yellow Dandelion flowers popping up on meadows,
Seem to warmly welcome the refreshing spring.
Flowers blooming in varied and vibrant colours,
Captivate me with unbounded joy and peace.
Small animals are enthused by the changing scenario;
Come out of their burrows to move freely around;
An opportune time for some to start building their nets.
A squirrel running briskly on the top of the fence
Stops suddenly, rising its head, watches cautiously,
To make sure it is safe to continue its unscheduled journey.
A sparrow squeezes into the small hole of the wooden box,
Pegged to the corner tree of the garden,
To dutifully feed the young ones inside.
And birds of varied size and shade frequent the garden,
Hopping here and there to pick their prey carefully.
Now the spring has come to every one’s delight,
Leaving the dreadful and barren winter far behind. throu’ the window a few days back,
The deep woods over there, presented a gloomy picture.
The tall trees, shedding leaves, exposed their skeletal frame,
The woods looked as if the Nature had fallen into slumber.
A few days later when I gazed again hopefully,
Pleasantly surprised I was to see a dramatic change.
Tender leaves sprouted, like newly born baby’s grin,
The woods displayed a touch of green here and there.
As more days pass by, to my great excitement,
The Nature awakens and with her magic wand,
Turns the woods into vivid green; overshadowing trunks grey,
A picturesque sight for the eyes of Wordsworth to rhyme.
The yellow Dandelion flowers popping up on meadows,
Seem to warmly welcome the refreshing spring.
Flowers blooming in varied and vibrant colours,
Captivate me with unbounded joy and peace.
Small animals are enthused by the changing scenario;
Come out of their burrows to move freely around;
An opportune time for some to start building their nets.
A squirrel running briskly on the top of the fence
Stops suddenly, rising its head, watches cautiously,
To make sure it is safe to continue its unscheduled journey.
A sparrow squeezes into the small hole of the wooden box,
Pegged to the corner tree of the garden,
To dutifully feed the young ones inside.
And birds of varied size and shade frequent the garden,
Hopping here and there to pick their prey carefully.
Now the spring has come to every one’s delight,
Leaving the dreadful and barren winter far behind.