HELPLESSNESS
R. K. Singh
I have no
magical power
to change
my restlessness
into glory
radiating
peace or
purpose in livings
they give
me no room to better
men or
myself but condemn
as one
hanged for nothings
poets are
no living lessons
I stand
aside ruminating
what I
couldn’t do or be
or await
miracles through
circling an
zigzags of the mind
even corrupt
faith and curse
destiny for
the maze
of my own
making and yet say
I know the
spirit’s upward fire.