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| R. P. Singh |
Yet none to hear
A precious word in sun and rain
for years, stoic to pain…
Yes, it harks
to the fathoms of virtues empanelled
and for the system stale.
Some feelings squirm
Yet none to hear .
Unseen calls and moves
unknown feelings yet to come
but the word now grows
just mushrooms ,
nothing else.
***
A shining morning after hailstorm
And the buzzer is on
a shining morning after hailstorm .
Life changes its familiar course
meanings yet there to decode.
Frequent puzzles
and emotions encased,
thoughts in inflammation
still on …
Surface sees the wounds not known,
communication yet to start .
Let thought take its course
Its flashes clear over there,
unheard across the shore.
***
No words to plead
Inflammation on feelings
no words to plead ,
sordid customs still on
yet the feelings absent .
Desires urged the long night through ,
the sighs as dew surround ,
bud yet stoic ,
morning sullen a moist
and the lights abstain to go .
I am not me , not I myself ,
Says the carrier in lowly mood ,
No words come,
a long mood…
No words came
a long wait
and the feelings in
The sender doomed .
Diary again turns the page .
***
Engaging.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Regards
ReplyDeleteIt's always refreshing reading your poems and these 3 poems are also not exception to this. I liked the last one the most.
ReplyDeleteInteresting and involving
ReplyDeleteIt's really wonderful.
ReplyDeleteNo words.. Everytime I read your poems and feel amazing.. I find no words..not a single suitable word to describe how it feels to read you! Thought provoking!
ReplyDeleteThis is great poetry. Packed with inferences. ЁЯСН
ReplyDeleteThis is great poetry. Packed with inferences. ЁЯСН
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