POETS ARE NO LIVING LESSONS
I have no magical powerto change my restlessness
into glory radiating
peace or purpose in living:
they give me no room to better
men or myself but condemn
as one hanged for nothing:
poets are no living lessons
I stand aside ruminating
what I couldn't do or be
or await miracles through
circles and zigzags of the mind
even corrupt faith and curse
destiny for the maze
of my own making and yet say
I know the spirit's upward fire
Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-11-10 at 12:11




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