by Ram Krishna Singh
The hosts of the earth
dismay me
and my mind stays in the
gutter
she says I poison her
nights
with chosen expletives
and keep her awake:
she doesn’t believe I
live my cries
in unheard silences
Copyright ©:
Ram Krishna Singh. From New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku, 2012
Last updated April 30, 2015