All night rain
the gaping roof
her shelter
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R.K. Singh, Indian English Poet
Have been writing and publishing poetry for our three decades. Now retired, after having taught English language skills to students of science and technology for four decades at a technical university in India. My latest books include Sense and Silence: Collected Poems (2010), New and Selected Poems Tanka and Haiku (2012), I Am No Jesus, and other selected poems: Tanka and haiku (2014), You Can't Scent Me and Other Selected Poems (2016), Writing Editing Publishing:A Memoir (2016), God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within (2017), Reflections: R.K.Singh's Poetry and Self (2018),There's No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021), Silence: A White Distrust (2022), Poems And Micropoems (2023). View all posts by R.K. Singh, Indian English Poet
I guess this happens, after a disaster or war but it is solid misery as a concept and a thought provoking haiku.
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This is good. It’s easy and comfortable for us (westerners/internet users/academics – though not RK) to forget that the majority of mankind lives this close to the edge (and sadly many slip off). Not just after a disaster or war, Craig, this is the common lot of most of humanity all the way from birth to death, with no letup.
It’s good to be reminded that the situation of most of us reading this, is not the normal human situation at all, but a pleasant aberration. Thanks poet, for the perspective.
homeless
winter’s warmth …
bitter thoughts
our glaring poverty
on the floor
roofhole sunbeams
below zero–
cardboard box
his boston brownstone
all night silence
faint heartbeat …
count the seconds
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sound sleep —
counting drips
from the faucet
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