Burial Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

Burial



Frazzled at the day's end
when I smell her flesh
she curses my knots

and the two decades
of living the same routine
in kitchen and bed

and nowhere else to go
in shameless convenience
I look for the blankness

she kicks my image
in the little pool of blood
and buries my sex

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Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India
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