Three Poems

Three Poems short poem

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THREE POEMS

1

NEW YEAR

The dates on calendar question
all my undone actions

and memories that haunt or fade
in nightly nakedness

stumbling toward the next day’s sun
without celebration

at 65 January jeers
my degenerating sex

a still itch: mantra and mirror
quiet God and drying petals

2.

BLASPHEMY

I’ve lived so many deaths
now I fear living

there’s so much ruin
inside and around

no tattoos on breasts hide
the rusty cauldrons

none hear the raging fire
voices multiply

the darkness of earth seems
beyond verbal face

sun is stopped in temples
stones explode in hands

it’s vain to dream a new
picture of the world

the viewless shapes of gods
eternal twilight

it’s no use flying so high
the sky seems shattered

the city is haloed
in saints’ blasphemy

3.

THREE MICROPOEMS

i.

peeping through the fog
the sun feebly comforts
a sparrow’s nest
built under the window sill:
I hear a new-born crying

ii.

my face
locked in her hands
I can’t look—
love’s changing shapes
a bird in cage

iii.

scratching his groin
a worshipper offers food:
the flattered deity
in flowery garbage, holy
water, incense, & sweat

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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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