Revelations short poem

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 colors of morning
morning shapes my color:

I’m the victim of my views
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
makes me small, frustrate
sitting on the ground
in the dust, degrade

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

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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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