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With divided heart mind and colours
deluded and dumb millions still blind
to politicians peeling their flesh
layer by layer like onion
take pride in the knife that cuts them to core
get cooked in debris of myths and history
for kites and vultures of caste and sect
now more vulgar breeds of tyrant flourish
under the same sky they are gashed peels
the abandoned bodies the rotten souls
1
RAJA BAZAR
There is a whole lot of crowded life under the long flyover
--from fish market to plastic tents and car parking to excretion—
poor pedestrians can’t cross the road either side
they fear auto rickshaws bikes food stalls pushes and pickpockets
on the footpath extended shops short-circuit every movement
opposite Paras Cancer Centre in Raja Bazar
it’s a sight of sepsis with multiple dysfunction
--a consilience of rural ambition with urban abundance—
they cry for alternative diagnosis but lack doctor and ventilator
2
KOSI DELUGE
Women and children
crossing the flooded huts
with aluminum
cooking pots, plastic cans
and remains of provisions
seek shelter on trees
none know when these too will
collapse and drift down the stream
like the living space
with men on underwear
3
SORROW OF BIHAR
I feel the yellow leaves with the day’s silence in their stare
the ghetto uncovers what they try to conceal –
feeling stuck, a little ‘off’, or foggy
in the sameness of everyday celebrating
no sex, no travel, no drinks, no books but black smoke
dust and emptiness of years they’re unsure about
here each one sounds too profound, perching for new life
between the parentheses ending up
a kite snapped and strayed into a bush
--R.K. Singh
My poems published in the Last Issue of THIRTEEN POETRY MAGAZINE (New York), Vol. XIII, October 1996
चांद छुपता रहा
मैं पीछे पीछे
भागता रहा
The moon kept hiding
and I kept running
after it
--R K Singh
Three of my tanka appears in the Haiku Shack Magazine, #6, February 2026
Tanka – Ram Krishna Singh
a tidal wave
touches the shore to wipe
my naked footprints
and leaves behind some shells
pebbles and memories
(p.43)
awaiting the wave
that’ll wash away empty hours
and endless longing
in this dead silence at sea
I pull down chunks of sky
(p.44)
crazy these people
don’t know how to go
down with the swirl and
up with the whirl but
play in the raging water
(p.45)
About Ram Krishna Singh
Ram Krishna Singh (born 1950) has published poems, articles, and book reviews in various magazines
and journals over the years. For nearly four decades, he taught English for Science and Technology,
Indian Writing in English, and Criticism at The Indian Institute of Technology (Indian School of
Mines) Dhanbad, India. Now a retired Professor, he has over 60 books to his credit, including
白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English/Japanese, 2022), Poems and Micropoems (2023), Knocking VistasAnd Other Poems (2024), and Leaves of Silence (2025).
Website: https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh
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