SMOKE

SMOKE

I can't enter
the sky high mind
of a crow or eagle

but I know
how it feels
in cold-wet air

I have lived
breathless winter
in the open

and no star woke up
to clean the smoke
I slowly became


--R.K.SINGH

MISTAKE

Don't defile
my goddess. you smell
private parts

with sexy
hibiscus don't crack
the centre

take bath first
and then touch Kali
with clean mind

I can't let
your wandering hands
make mistake


--R.K.SINGH