KNOTS IN WRINKLES
-
Ram
Krishna Singh (India)
With
the passage of time the sun’s become dull and unrefreshing
like
my dreams turned weaker than weariness now
in the
desert of desires no cactus blooms
nor a
hand beckons me back to a world of hope
here
breathing fossils and watching snaky waves
let me
grab a moment for poetry and live:
I pity
the mind that harbors ages of anguish
and
crawls consciousness through knots in wrinkles
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