Saturday, July 13, 2024

My Poems Pubished in Poetcrit, July-December 2024

 

 


 

 

Poems

Poetcrit 37.2 (July - December 2024)


R. K. Singh

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Prof. Ram Krishna Singh is a renowned, widely published, anthologized, and translated poet
with over 20 poetry collections to his credit. His latest poetry collections include Covid-19 And
Surge of Silence/Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkn (English/Tatar, 2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE
DISTRUST (English/Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022), and Poems and Micropoems
(Southern Arizona Press, USA, 2023). Find him on Twitter @profrksingh and on Facebook www.
facebook.com/profrksingh. More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh.

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For My Sisters


Unable to gauge
what’s scaring about his pyre
they lit without me
his first son not dead yet
they performed my last rites too


throwing my ashes
in the gutter red with blood
they erased all signs
now what’s wrong if I forsake
all that tied me to their place?


NOISES


I can’t hear my self
their noises erase my world
choices are denied-
questions of being wound me
courage and strength fade away

noises mute my voice
distract me from the truth
crowns change with the wind
and they play chess with our lives


they feed us dust and potions
in their new temples
arouse their magic deities
make us yell loud
and hang us upside down


Reflections


how much should I strip
in public
poems already say
too much to digest


and now a memoir?
all overt dirtiness
parables of prophets
daily infidelity
and miserable truths?


what have I lived
wasting dreams in human zoo
no bestseller
no fortune no lightning
no myths for posterity

no use writing more
to reveal my meanings:
brief is beautiful
to make an eternity
of my lived single moments


DOG DAYS

 
A numerologist says
I was born to attract abundance
and draws a cosmic soul reading
when a breakthrough is due


and here I am ruing my dog days


will I get the pension
before the wealth planet expires
from my home to others?


I can’t buy magic pendant
for Venus to level up my life
or make real the dream numbers


Four Haiku

 
1


sunflowers ring
teenagers ChatGPT
Sapphic know-how

2


her décolleté blouse
and see-through saree—
curve’s vanity


3


a curled snake
with fangs ready to poison
love’s narrow passage


4


sky’s canvas-
disfigures in no time
my funny face


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Published in Poetcrit 37.2 (July - December 2024): 224-227

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