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
About Me
- Ram Krishna Singh
- Ram Krishna Singh is an Indian poet and academic, whose main fields of interest consist of Indian English writing, especially poetry, and English for Specific Purposes, especially for science and technology. Born on 31 December 1950 in Varanasi, India, he has authored more than 160 research articles,170 book reviews and 45 books. His works have been anthologized in over 150 publications. Dr Singh's poems have been widely translated and explored in several M.Phil. and Ph.D. theses. Till recently,Professor of English at IIT-ISM, Dhanbad,he is now happily retired and pursuing his literary interests.
3 comments:
This poem reveals the agony of loneliness. But still life holds hope for everything we can care about. Kumar Wani
Thanks Kumar for taking note of this one.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
R K
I love the way you wrote about loneliness. 'Cause I've felt it all the time
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