I SEEK THE ROOTS
I seek the roots that shapemy desperate cries, my bones
that ache in bed I image
the snakes in forgotten heritage
to weave delight with Baha'i mind
and prayers in English before Kali
standout alone with Psalms
or Tablet of Ahmad, perhaps
I cross-breed in soul
but, who hears or sees
the ancient hands that signed
the first poems for man?
I sound strange, and strange I am
rooting about among ventricles
for my anonymity with names
Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-06-27 at 14:15
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