Two Poems

1. Wit and Soul

A Matisse or Picasso
only complicates
the secrecy of your face

I don't understand
you, your body, or the nude
even if I touch

hold your hand or sleep with you
sharing long kisses
the mystery of the dark womb

your mind and silence
hardly make up love we seek
squeezing wit and soul

2. Waiting

I kept waiting for some stranger
to come and execute one last miracle

my hair greyed but no one came

I couldn't push time locked in my room

R. K. Singh

If you've any comments on these poems, R. K. Singh would be pleased to hear from you.

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