POET’S TRUTH
Prof. R.K. Singh
The darkening clouds
and shapes of jungle animals
won’t disappear with rains
but stay in my eyes
with icy night waving tails
in dreams or blazing time.
The whimpering sun
with diamond tides won’t burn the sea
nor obscure miracles
round evening when tired
of sand trapped between the toes
I prick the vacuum in soul.
I can see through strange tales winds spin
across chessboard whether
playing or watching
myths of victory weigh heavy
it’s better I keep quiet.
lest the earth mourn poet’s truth