BODY’S NO PICNIC
Not too many issues
yet enough to upset
the mind of men and women
in postlapsarian world:
she blames me for changing size
shifting shape and cracking bones
aching joints and sleeplessness
menopausal ups and downs
she kicks me out of bed
saying my body’s no picnic
I know it’s difficult
to be a woman and wife
working and making home
I may be no saint
in your eyes but I never
tried to remake you
in my own or God’s image
I can’t give birth like you
nor can I stop the changes in you
I’ve no miracle pill
Your body, your anger
I love you as you are
let’s carry no useless weight
TOO FAR THE SUN’S SKY
Perfumeless my bustan
I couldn’t be a letter of the masters
passed years in the soul’s waste
to be what I could never be
the few bonuses now burden
like the body’s sickness stick dust
the wrinkled skin, the holes in vests
herald sorrows of Venus
too far the sun’s sky to borrow
warmth to keep the rose smelling
A MUTED VOICE
I can’t hear my self
their noises erase my world
choices are denied—
questions of being wound me
courage and strength fade away
they mute my voice
distract us from the truth
crowns change with the wind
and they play chess with our lives
they feed us dust and potions
in their new temples
arouse their magic deities
make us yell loud
and hang us upside down
POLITICS OF DECEPTION
Roaring guns and flying bombs
pronounce total death on earth
the world withers away with
the suns of science, challenging
the universe and time with
cankerous creations
viral revolution
racial elimination
structures of deception
media and power traps
in the name of faith and past
bullying the masses, seek
fresh promises, renewed
enthusiasm wrapped in
a dream scroll mythologized
to spotlight a Trump, Modi
Putin or Netanyahu
tap national consciousness
for divine descent to make
life happen once again
CHEERS!
There they tuck into turkey dinners
here we talk about free light and water
politics of thanksgiving for more
polarization, more separation
more violence, more religion, more freedom
in the new temple make more pockmarks
to start afresh fiction of wonder
crowning wolves as gods and goddesses
Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R. K. Singh, is an Indian English poet, who has been writing for over four decades . Born (31 December 1950), brought up and educated in Varanasi, he has been professionally concerned with teaching and research in the areas of English language teaching, especially for Science and Technology, and Indian English Poetry practices.
He has published 25 poetry collections, including You Can’t Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016), God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within/Desăvârşire lăuntrică (2017), There's No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), Tainted With Prayers: Contaminado con Oraciones (2020), Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021), Silencio: Blanca desconfianza/ Silence: White distrust (2021), Covid-19 And Surge of Silence/Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkȋnȋ (2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (2022), Poems and Micropoems (2023), and Knocking Vistas and Other Poems (2024). He retired in 2015 as Professor at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad. Find him on X (Twitter) @profrksingh and on
Facebook www.facebook.com/profrksingh . More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
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