WALKING ALONG THE SANDY EDGE

Walking along the sandy edge
he blames the wind or cloud
and yields to the alchemy
of seasonal allergies

plastic flowers couldn't keep time
moving in his house:

he remains restless
with fears and uncertainties--
grows walls of alienation

suffering images
of strangeness every moment
or sensing shade of a nude
survives their helplessness



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2006-03-29 at 13:11

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