HOPE OF LOTUS
R.K. Singh
It doesn’t end even if I abandon desire;
non-suffering is no key to nirvana
in the maze of unliving the past and passions
and novel delusions of mind and fears
the itch and sensations, growing degeneration
of island existence in dimming light
life only freezes; the foul of stagnant pool
–
yet
the hope of lotus rises with sun