Sweet Savours
Strayed far from the nest
I’m fed up living with dust
for years fleeting shade
bereft
of melody
of spirit I sink to
the hades of utter loss
I can’t
reckon hidden mysteries
I have lost the sea
for a mere cupful
void of patience and
peace now as I touch the breasts
of the field I crave
for a pure breath
native to
my being I search
sweet savours
of love
--R K Singh
Copyright © Singh Ram Krishna | Year Posted 2020
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