Haiku from R. K. Singh
The main string of life lost in the knots of small things living tragedies |
A child's fingers feel
the butterfly lying one with yellow leaves |
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On the margin
of
home-to-work-to-home routine life's achievements |
Burning tap water and seething house in the morning heat wave cripples |
The Holy Ganges
tolerates the city's garbage even rape and death |
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Moving
shadows
in the silence of the room -- windows rattle |