Full Poem

SMALLNESS

 

I live in a crowd of fakes

smallness rises with age

 

my mind has ceased to think

new metaphors hardly happen

 

hunger keeps me awake all night

I mitigate minginess

 

inner lives are emptied

and filled with fresh stresses

 

too many fault lines run through

to make sense of the divide

 

my passion itches and prompts

I nuzzle the virtual too

 

it’s the same virus replicating

the same hackers that hurt

 

the vigor and rigor of

the new, left or pushed behind

 

whatever the remedy

wounds take deaths to heal

 

R.K.Singh