BROKEN PROMISES
R. K. Singh
The falsity of the sky is more real than the earth’s
lies can’t sustain hope of divinity
We have complicated with poesying
private hells to mitigate flow of time
that couldn’t carve heaven: we harbour histories
of broken promises and fallen Gods
lament men and women buried in light
now soulless, bodiless, traceless we look
upward and whittle continents from clouds
hanging generations that may never be.