Widening cracks leaking roofs
choked drains in the courtyard
water logging and myriad
such small things make rains a pain
there's no romance in rainbow
I can't shape colours of morning
morning shapes my colour
I'm the first victim of my view-s
that shape my head each day
realities and yoga conspire
drinks and pills deride from clothesline
flowers and trees speak in grey
compost of years oozes no wisdom
whatever the poetry it stinks
idols on the beasts and cattle
overload the carriage
I can't deliver the burden
prostrate and worship
touch the feet foolishness
sitting on the ground
in the dust degrade
it's long fog with blurred sight
virtually blind no seer
no revelations
--R.K.Singh
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