I do not write.. .. ..
R. K. Singh
I do not write the sun, storm or sea
but re-create myself and others
in verses turn time or pluck some stars
to find my ways through masked trenches
witness to my sinking into mud.
that carves the memories into bias
disgrace dust, sky, wind, all relations
window of emotions I must chain.
to breathe a pure breath without passion
and discover essence of beauty
spring a move toward self harmony
perfection and peace, prelude to nude
enlightenment to carve life in full