VULGARITY

What is there to relish in heaven
if the vulgarity of relationship haunts
even after retiring from earth?

The loose threads of yearning criss-cross memory
I can still feel the river’s twisted flow
Toward lower reaches, exhausted and strip teased.

The nudity of moon and stars is beyond touch
who cares I evolve or end like them
suspended from a plane I can hardly reach?

--R.K.Singh

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The Last Stanza

~~~of this song is ethereal and beautiful. Look forward to reading more of your surrealistic work - so like Satishverma in spirit - Lady A



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