Confused Liberation

Confused Liberation short poem

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Measuring mantra
to the drops falling from tap
a visitor
to the abode of Khwaja
suffers pushes from the crowd
and yet remains thirsty:

the Khadim promises prayers
Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul
he returns to the Sun City
through the highways lost in the dark
thanks God sitting before the image
of Golden Temple
mumbles Baha’i prayers
Mahamrityunjay jaap
and Hanuman Chaalisa
crowning confused liberation

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Ram Krishna Singh

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Indian English Poet and critic with 37 books, including 17 poetry collections, to his credit. At present, Professor of English (Higher Academic Grade), Dept of Humanities & Social Sciences, Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad 826004 India.Have been teaching English language skills to students of science and technology besides practising poetry, especially haiku and tanka for over three decades.
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