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English discussion room => Poetry => Subiect creat de: rksingh din 20 Iulie, 2020, 06:25:07 p.m.
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I watch the past crushed
and fake saints rising to reign
exalt cunningness
envision deceit to prosper
a ram rigs the folk
with iron teeth and speaking horns
from the Ganga's bank
immigrant hope and waiting
pushes west-, north-, east-
and southward for net-breaking
new resurrection
beyond the brimming nowhere
I hear the dead dying
angels groaning in the trees
my unscarred body
feels the hand that's blade and guard
ends me like full-stop.
New waves of terror rise high.
the book is opened
but where is the seeing eye?
--R.K.Singh