Profrksingh's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by profrksingh — There are currently 9 poems total — keep up the great work!

LOSS The chimneys around my home print black spots on the walls darken the air I breathe and the water I drink or bathe in the owners know how to shut the mouths of inspectors and the mafia know how to make money this season politics of lack... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	0 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
SNAKY PATH The path to the mastoid mountain is snaky the women you meet are not fucking material you can’t grab the sun shining in their hair they’re cool, hell-strong, know well how to take care of their wood so save some charm within the lust-house of... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
31st Day of War in Ukraine Enchained by his own creation in Ukraine Zilensky now counts his wounds and sees a spectacle of ravage before extinction Joe Biden couldn't help the avalanche of night now wrapped in rubble none left to shed tears keep memories of... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	8 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
ONE MORE POEM BORN I don't long for the past that swings and rings I don't care for the future I color with empty wishes prayers and meditation dream's dark inspiration carves the present I suffer more at night than in the day breathe hell seeking freedom in... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
CRY FOR ALTERNATIVE There is a whole lot of crowded life under the long fly-over --from fish market to plastic tents and car parking to excretion— poor pedestrians can’t cross the road either side they fear auto rickshaws, bikes, food stalls, pushes and... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
MIDNIGHT CRY No use abusing or cursing anyone when restless and breathless I cry to God to help me for a while let me sleep sexless meditate in the darkest of hours negotiate peace with self and rest even if I exist in my sufferings --R.K.... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	4 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
AGAINST THE WAVES The crowded lift and emptiness of the flat doesn't help me resurrect what's gone late at night I may pile hopes on a pale paper trying to invent a new life to live... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	7 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
NOBODY ASKS ME From lattice window I watch the doomed and dying each day: read the tattooed name of her first love on the right arm waking up the drunk with tenderness of youthful mom bitchy fight at night for booze or sex in candle... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	33 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
ROOTLESS Hidden from the eyes of others I was made in secret but I can’t remember my birth from foetus in the womb to severing of the cord erased the... – *by Ram Krishna Singh*	5 Views added 2 years ago	Rating