Gelid Morning Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

Gelid Morning

Her gelid look
haiku refuse to rise--
winter's landscape
twirled leaves on the wind's waves
itch fissured memories

words shape no sense
and mind spins helplessness
in cold quietude
bones creak in aging cage
await final decay

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Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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