Sunday, August 25, 2024

NOBODY ASKS ME

 From lattice window 

watch the doomed and dying each day:


read the tattooed name 
of  her first love on the right arm

waking up the drunk
with tenderness of youthful mom

bitchy fight at night
for booze or sex in candle light

smoking dreams of years
with dirt or grease between fingers

his somniloquy
drugged-out face, doomed grin, boys’ dustup

now the Covid smells
they shift lamp to live with shadow

lockdown images
burning, buried, floating bodies

nearly die
nobody asks me my last wish

--R K Singh

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