Again, I want to sing

I want to sing a poetry

again…

after the years of menopause

a woman in me wants to jive a poetry.

but what song and the tune 

on what lyrics and the background?

the past spent and the present thrived.

The kid I was

had a treasure to unsheathe.

a man I am today

have plenty to stitch.

But yet again, 

I want to sing a poetry for me.

aren't those I reprised many  to my love

dedicated many to my creators

and improvised to the seeker within.

There is none.

long into the vacant passage 

I can't find  muke littered a  piece 

which i can pick up and read

read again and sing.

I want to sing.

should I sing a different tune?

but I have lost the ears of my childhood.

I only see the cloud of dust 

given so much air to the fire 

now my eyes couldn't hear a thunder.

I want to hear.

hear and sing.

I want to sing.

I want to sing 

my birth, which was silent and sows.

A train that pulled the trigger and a kid rose.

The river Kamala quietly flows.

-Krishna Rai 
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