It matters little whether
it's December 31st
or January 1st--
loneliness haunts every day
and I can't count on any
in the babel of tongues
I can't raise a wall and hope
to build a home and mourn
the fading blue that tinges
the little breathing space
--R.K.SINGH
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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