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I don’t know how to follow the ridges
back to the trail and the dead river
but stand for a moment to rub the sand from my feet
before worrying about the lost vitality and fear
of the approaching night and rising smoke
dissolving in the sky or conspiring with elements
hardly in balance but contorting the psyche

I don’t know what is there for me to hope
when the rains rejuvenate and flood both
the repulsive stench and the loss of pathways
linger longer than the flavour of the first drops
under the tree the puddle feeds no sparrows
but algae that couldn’t dry now trap tiny souls
that fail to swell with heaven’s breath


--R.K.SINGH

great lines ........... i like it
thanks alot ...........

Hi rksingh
Really this poem is fantastic and I like to greet u
good luck

every time i interst in wirtes but this time it wonderful poem

keep on

cheers

Thanks sweets, shakespear and loola for appreciating my poem. I feel encouraged.
R K

Very nice .

You're welcome, Annaa.
R K