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Widening cracks, leaking roofs

choked drains in the courtyard

water logging and myriad

such small things make rains a pain



there's no romance in rainbow

I can't shape colours of morning

morning shapes my colour



I'm the first victim of my view-s

that shape my head each day

realities and yoga conspire



drinks and pills deride from clothesline

flowers and trees speak in grey

compost of years oozes no wisdom



whatever the poetry, it stinks

idols on the beasts and cattle

overload the carriage

I can't deliver the burden



prostrate and worship

touch the feet-- foolishness

sitting on the ground

in the dust degrade



it's long fog with blurred sight

virtually blind, no seer

no revelations





--R.K.Singh