Thursday, May 18, 2023

My new collection of poetry, POEMS AND MICROPOEMS (2023)

Available on  https://www.amazon.com/dp/1960038087

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            Poems and Micropoems

 

 

by


Ram Krishna Singh


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems and Micropoems

 

by Ram Krishna Singh


 

 

 

 

Poems and Micropoems

 

By Ram Krishna Singh First Edition

Content Copyright © 2023 by Ram Krishna Singh All rights reserved.

Except as permitted under the Copyright Act of 1976, no portion of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form, or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author or the publisher.

 

 

Author: Ram Krishna Singh Editor: Paul Gilliland

Formatting: Southern Arizona Press Cover Artwork: Linnaea Mallette

 

 

Published by Southern Arizona Press Sierra Vista, Arizona 85635 www.SouthernArizonaPress.com

 

 

ISBN: 978-1-960038-08-1

 

 

 

Poetry


 

                                    Acknowledgements

The volume contains some of my poems and micropoems composed during the last two years. Most of the micropoems are in the nature of haiku and tanka which continue to happen, and some of these have appeared in both online and print journals or popular social media such as Facebook and Twitter.

 

       Grateful acknowledgement is made to the editors and publishers of the following journals and            anthologies that first used some of the poems, including haiku and tanka, collected here:

 

Poetcrit, Creative Flight Journal, Writers Editors Critics, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, The United Haiku and Tanka Society Anthology: Songbirds Online 2022, Madness: An Anthology of World Poetry, SHE, Better Than Starbucks, Minuto de Poesia, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, VSANA, and Haiku Universe.

 

       I am indebted to Southern Arizona Press for their support to my creativity and publishing this           collection of poems.

 

-R.K.Singh


 

Contents

Poems


Nature is Me                                                       10

The Hell is Real                                                 11

Here and Now                                                    12

Cry of a Mother                                                 13

Love by Default                                                 14

Locked                                                                15

On the Edge                                                        16

New Slavery                                                       17

Narcissist                                                            18

Curse                                                                   19

Disguise                                                              20

Ukraine War                                                       21

Aid                                                                      22

Parody                                                                 23

It Doesn’t Happen Here Alone                         24

Wellness                                                             25

Cry for Alternative                                            26

None Would Fix                                                27

Just in Case …                                                   28

Azaan                                                                  29

Temple                                                                30

Whispers                                                             31

Nobody Asks Me                                               32

Routine                                                               33

Dog Days                                                            34

Love                                                                    35

Leaks                                                                   36

Smile                                                                   37

Victim                                                                 38

Meditation                                                          39

Boredom                                                             40

Rights                                                                  41

One More Poem Born                                       42

Nemesis                                                              43

Lies                                                                      44

Micropoems

80 Haiku                                                             46

44 Tanka                                                             60

About the Author                                              72

Additional Works                                              74


 


 

 

Poems


 

Nature is Me

 

Nature is me 

seeking my place

in the star through births

 

now memory

wild maze of conceit

and darkness

 

yet a tiny part

a dew drop

dotted with beauty


 

The Hell is Real

 

They lure me with wealth in heaven 

as if plucking hair would reduce 

weight of the dead body

 

they don’t see the bruises abandoned

on the fading skin of apple

that rolls metaphors in the basket

 

sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams

on the horizon float to descend

for a share in the horrors of earth

 

they blindly conceal to hoodwink 

god’s will for poets cultured in the past 

now glittering as the sun’s wreckage

 

I can’t clean nor rebuild around them

the hell is real I can’t run away

with sweet nothings I can’t die in bluffs


 

Here and Now

 

I don’t deify poets or politicians

nor trade in faith for bread

 

I don’t sell gods and goddesses

spirit is not my profession

 

nor do I give moral discourse

for life in the next world

 

I am a man like millions

who dream struggle  and die

 

and nobody mourns

my drifty silence

 

hidden in darkness 

flecks of light


 enough to weigh down

here and now


 

Cry of a Mother

 

Why do they ignore the clitoris when half the world has it?

the lovers don’t care     the doctors don’t talk

 

it’s no leaf that falls on the wave’s crest 

and rots on the shore before they prescribe

a chocolate remedy or testosterone cream

to revive in dapple light:

 

denial is the way of life

be it desire emotion or frailty 

for conformity unity and control

 

the redness of the setting or rising sun

is too much to the drab colours of the priests 

who accuse of heresy witchcraft or immorality

to shut the so-called hotbeds of sedition

 

when all they seek is stoppage

of the show of teeth blood and skull

in the spinning wheel

condemned to nursing home


 

Love by Default

 

When you deny love lies in fucking you cheat

millions of starving lovers smelling sex

in each encounter or dating a woman

whose hunger is different each time she meets man

 

to say the unsaid or live the fleeing joy

or weep longingly recall the days gone by

or rue only if it were as it once was

 

lying on his back like whales he lets the ships pass

and clasps a drowning one as he gasps for air

and she yields her body to love by default


 

Locked

 

Eagle’s shadow

on the still boat on bank

blank page of tomb

that sank without history 

of women who anchored

life now locked within

sandy rocks disguising faith

in phallic images

drunken politics

of carving and curving

on the potter’s wheel


 

On the Edge

 

She rises from stone gate

with searching eyes

for passion flower

stays for a while and goes

making promise of return

to sleep with me once before the last good bye


 

New Slavery

 

From the 15th floor window I watch

dreams racing on the muddied road

the ugly beauty of tomorrow

 

the romance of the miserable

the egotist the cunning the heart-broken

the idealist the maniacs the enlightened cheats

 

the crafty and the unlucky too 

who conceal cavity in their shoes 

in the gallery of Great Tech Game

 

fabricating newer lies and hypocrisies

of saffron politics secular faith and people’s power

spilling blood to heal history of wrongs

 

create new cultural fantasy

new racism new slavery

home grown narcissistic lords and ladies


 

Narcissist

 

Seventy-five years

no development

he brags to self-brand 

democracy of

divide and disturb

peace with rhetoric 

woos with fabrications

like Trump deludes histories 

adds novel culture

to keep his hands clean


 

Curse

 

PM Modi reminds 

River Ganga called him

to do all that she wants

 

he builds for Banares

altars and corridor 

by the riverside

 

people see the wilderness 

the bones of enemies: 

cursed is he who curses him

 

with eyes wide open 

he sees vision of Shiva

and pushes me back


 

Disguise

 

Myths devour

life now in symbols 

mortar and brick 

pillars and lies disguise

cycles of truth and search

 

to feel good

they look back and riot:

Gyanvapi

don’t see Jerusalem 

timeless strife of history


 

Ukraine War

 

Enchained by his own

creation in Ukraine 

Zilensky now counts

 

his own wounds and sees

a spectacle of ravage 

before extinction

 

Joe Biden couldn’t help

the avalanche of night 

now wrapped in rubble

none left to shed tears


keep memories of the sun


now steeped in darkness


 

Aid

 

Mid-October

each day afternoon rains

no expiry date

potholes keep growing large

houses keep collapsing

 

and here they are 

minting money in bids

for gravel and cure

from flood and cyclone raging

with politics of aid


 

Parody

 

Is nationalism Hindutva

or right reactionaryism 

for political security

of the likes of Modis, Xis, Putins

that play games of disorder

with a Biden and dictate

new rhetoric of regression and repression

at home the hope and hysteria

is dying and no Ayodhya 

Mathura or Gyanvapi can win 

votes of loyals and traitors 

without mutual right to exist 

without obscurantism and reform

parody of promises


 

It Doesn’t Happen Here Alone

 

In the Congress

a Republican law maker* 

condemns same-sex 

marriage three days ago

now attends wedding of 

his gay son with

the love of his life reports

Centre Daily

in defence he questions 

the Democrats’ silence

about nuptial

of historic inflation

and price rise at

petrol pumps and grocery stores

 

 

[*United States Representative Glenn Thomson, reported on nbcnews.com on 26 July 2022]


 

Wellness

 

It’s no paradise

but sounds filter upwards

from small Smondo shops 

live-in couples in Neotown 

share thrills of touch and hug

older couples miss

while walking or watching 

alone from windows

gauge their depth of feelings

and monetary wellness


 

Cry for Alternative

 

There is a whole lot of crowded life under the long flyover

--from fish market to plastic tents and car parking to excretion—

poor pedestrians can’t cross the road either side

 

they fear auto rickshaws bikes food stalls pushes and pickpockets

on the footpath extended shops short-circuit every movement

opposite Paras Cancer Centre in Raja Bazar

 

it’s a sight of sepsis with multiple dysfunction

--a consilience of rural ambition with urban abundance—

they cry for alternative diagnosis but lack doctor and ventilator


 

None Would Fix

 

I couldn’t blame anyone

I just kept praying

 

it was hot soup

it burnt my lips

 

I couldn’t be still

I couldn’t wait

 

it was money

the bank didn’t credit

 

it was tax

they had bungled

 

I couldn’t be patient

I couldn’t sleep

 

called an expert

in human dishonesty

 

cursed manipulation

of systemic truth

 

they suffer we suffer

but none would fix


 

Just in Case…

 

With structural corruption

embedded in system

who can change the future course:

 

in their stinking nests

the owls and rats 

plan for booster shots, just in case…

 

dooms day is a long dream

 

the pandemic cements

differences for eon


standing before a narrow spine

the dead claim the summit 

without reaching the top

 

I don’t know how to set down

my burden and move ahead


 

Azaan

 

Precarious

at the threshold of sleep

the azaan

only a deprived

muezzin knows

 

behind the mosque

the peepal guards 

mafia mansion

in lantern light

god’s business


 

Temple

 

Known a man of his word

before exiting the windowless hall s

crawls his bearded sinisterity 

none could read: he proves a rhino

turning the temple into funeral home


 

Whispers

 

The sim flame beneath my tea

the birds perching on branches

I hear the chill whispers 

between the leaves

shadows rustle with wind

the world rolls on its own pace


 

Nobody Asks Me

 

From lattice window

I watch the doomed and dying each day

 

read the tattooed name

of her first love on the right arm

 

waking up the drunk

with tenderness of youthful mom

 

bitchy fight at night

for booze or sex in candle light

 

smoking dreams of years

with dirt or grease between fingers

 

his somniloquy

drugged-out face doomed grin boys’ dustup

 

now the covid smells

they shift lamp to live with shadow

 

lockdown images

burning  buried floating bodies

 

I nearly die everyday

nobody asks me my last wish


 

Routine

 

School buses blow horn 

one after other at gate 

parents rush with bags 

bottles and reluctant kids

each morning the same routine

 

before they proceed

to work station with laptop

tension of meeting

fear of takeover bank loan

and night’s bitterness in bed


 

Dog Days

 

A numerologist says

I was born to attract abundance 

and draws a cosmic soul reading

when a breakthrough is due


and here I am ruing my dog days


will I get the pension

before the wealth planet expires

from my home to others?

 

I can’t buy magic pendant 

for Venus to level up my life

or make real the dream numbers


 

Love

 

Rocking chair:

sun through the clouds in

verandah

after days of rain 

and nostalgic nights

 

she hands me

a lukewarm tea of

ginger clove

and honey to make

love and stay alive


 



Leaks

 

Cobwebs in the mind 

breed smelly thoughts

years couldn’t erase:

 

life leaks hanging on

the condom tit 

between two bangers


 



Smile

 

Shadows fly from my fingers

with the moving wrist—

the hand disappears

 

I can’t touch her heart

under the tan skin:

they waver behind the glass

 

hissing through clenched teeth 

as I sip my drink

she gives me a frozen smile


 



Victim


She’s graceful 

on bended knees

supplicant

head bent in peace

 

victim of whip

can’t pull back

past happiness

love’s sharp tongue

 

he’s no lug

can’t see the gems

in rain drops

her aura shines




 

Meditation

 

Miles away

stars cease to twinkle

no new moon

 

smell sound air or life

a new loneliness 

shrouds earthy sadness

 

in mind’s cave 

wrinkled eyelids couch

returning light


 



Boredom

 

Do I not deceive myself

in the unending flux of time?

 

too worried about the future

only suffer the present

or kill it for the sin of bread?

 

now post the covers of my books

on my timeline and renew

the past I never enjoyed

 

they think I live blissfully

in the locked hive of academics




 

Rights

 

Mist in the eyes

holes in the soles

and no plan-B

to hit Goliath

 

who cares I’m a poet 

without day job

or pension for food 

and medicines to live?

 

I too have rights

but I’m no politician 

or seer with cheat code

to tame shadows




 

One More Poem Born

 

I don’t long for the past that swings and rings

I don’t care for the future I colour

with empty wishes prayers and meditation

 

dreams’ dark inspiration carves the present 

I suffer more at night than in the day 

breathe hell seeking freedom in the body

 

through friends in spirit turn sanguine despite

the tricky degeneration in shared life

one more day passes  one more poem born


 



Nemesis

 

Climate crisis:

light bulb in the head goes off

where’s green future?

 

weekly depression with mask

in dying park breathe fake news

panoramic nuisance

 

in shrinking space gowks

guck with sliming lips 

nature’s nemesis


 



Lies

 

In life’s open book

they all have a lie or two

concealed for truths

 

to reveal tranquil

conscience unstung by snake

sleeping deep in heart


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Micropoems


 

Haiku

 

new moon

rocking her world—

twin flames


*** 

verandah—

touching her naked skin

morning breeze


***

seashore—

waves rush to squeeze

feet in sand

 

***

 

flour dough 

between the fingers

despair sticks

 

***

 

her hair up

transparent front and back:

birthday cake

 

***

 

her soul touch 

vibrating the depth 

in darkness


***


 midnight moon


senses aroused—


lift the veil

 

***

 

sex excels a host of sins love hides

 

***

 

yawning yet waiting for making love

 

***

 

pecking behind the mask magic-seekers

 

***

 

watching rhythm of ripples in fish pond at home

 

***

 

too beautiful to catch

the girl and butterfly

 

***

 

diving deep a swimmer

in the stream of time

 

***

 

clicking jaw and cracking knees 

I touch the sounds of ageing


***

a politician 


is a crook


with silence


sthitprajna

 

***

 

her soft throat

raises high to sacred space

than prayer

 

***

 

each winter

different from the gone one: 

virus variant

 

***

 

left alone

a covid patient

restlessly turns


***

breathless

search for airy room

underground

 

***

 

without silver wings

she hugs angels in the blue

becomes a star


***

 

mid-June morning—

the gardener’s muddy fingers

scratch the itching scalp

 

***

 

one with granite tub

a beetle in the bathroom—

silence of dampness

 

***

 

threatening rain

dark clouds hang over still trees—

smelly clothesline

 

***

 

shortening shadow

of the window in my room—

time to wind up work

 

***

 

creepy shadows

along the muddy road—

big bright moon

 

***

 

raining night--

she shuts the window

saves his books


***


 

silence—

her eyes word

wine song

 

***

 

high minaret

recorded call for namaaz

soul’s melody

 

***

 

in the wild 

inner echoes—

dragonfly

 

***

 

giant wind—

sail through the cavity

in the tide

 

***

 

chaos in sky

dark with colour and light

waves on beach

 

***

 

red with shame 

the sky at sunrise

one more kiss


***


 they watch from the street 


our embrace at the window


sneak into liquor

 

***

 

a sweating couple

sip iced coffee in beer mugs—

highway dhaaba

 

***

 

hands sweaty

heart pounding:

secret message

 

***

 

thrice she clicks 

her heels together:

secret code

 

***

 

her sharp nail draws

love sign on the stone’s back--

green patina

 

***

 

nude statues

pursuit of pleasure—

sex tourism


***


stone stairs on the ghat


childhood nostalgia— 


dog days of August

 

***

 

melts under the feet

grey sadness of sand on the shore—

blue waves in stone

 

***

 

on the roadside 

zero-figure women

waiting for bus

 

***

 

too complex

the calculus of grief: 

forgotten fractals


***

inauspicious

this morning my tooth cracks:

winter solstice

 

***

 

I turn on room heater

it doesn’t heat— 

solstice evening


***


 

shadowy hope

vanishing teeth and hair—

73rd birthday

 

***

 

distanced from sun

in A C cabin

low level Vit. D

 

***

 

awake with

neighbour’s weeping dog—

more death news

 

***

 

absent spirit

planetary transit: 

halcyon years

 

***

 

tarot prophet:

taking last order for

heart cleanser

 

***

 

the fire blazes up

from body to mind to speech

heat is what we eat



***


 the end of dream is sleep 


the mind and senses rest


the breath stays awake

 

***

 

past lover

time to clean up house:

cold moon


***

in 22

missing life to live alive:

frozen courage

 

***

 

half of my mind on God

and the other half on sex: 

eternal hunger

 

***

 

how could he stop

in the middle of sex 

to eat kebab?

 

***

 

wearing wishes

for money miracles—

green adamite


***


 

searching truth

a homeless wanderer—

shoreless sea

 

***

 

rioting flames

witches dance in cave—

strawberry moon

 

***

 

sunny morning

no kites flying in the sky:

Makar Sankranti

 

***

 

smoggy day:

can’t remember when

life was good

 

***

 

shattered self--

lost the light in silent scream

of darkness

 

***

 

still new

last year’s mask:

Halloween


***


 

a fleeting shadow

on the kitchen wall—

one more sun

 

***

 

love in folds of sleep

forgotten memories:

washed up melody

 

***

 

how sweet the juice

of trees and flowers bees make—

honey is one

 

***

 

looking for light

hidden in darkness

drifty silence

 

***

 

old diary—

finding phone numbers

of friends still alive

 

***

 

dark fears—

loping in the street

mantra on lips


***


lonely hours 


restlessness of night


breathe satyr

 

***

 

love touch

spirit’s spring time:

new day

 

***

 

she says she’s single

and ready to mingle 

just moments away

 

***

 

awake, cross-legged

till witching hour—

no means no


***

smelling

turkey left-overs—

thanksgiving

 

***

 

post cyclone

stagnant water in field—

fishing drought


***



fanaticism

preached with herbs and spices—

broken health line

 

***

 

the year ends

let’s go fly a kite—

sunny day

 

***

 

people trust

what utopia looks like:

lighted banks of Saryu


***

intangible

psychic insights: 

moments of muck

 

***

 

holiday season:

she takes a deep breath

looks at the map

 

***

 

on his epitaph:

he died protesting land tax

on his grave


 


 

Tanka

 

can’t tackle big beasts

and the sheeple that snigger

candle procession:

read silent tears on the cheeks

of the mother of the lynched

 

***

 

dining table

resting place for the dust 

my mind emits

before her third eye opens

I switch on the AC

 

***

 

a one-eyed woman

the window curtain shakes

nightly stillness

veronal dread in hell

breeches itch in half-sleep

 

***

 

the musky sillage

confirms her presence nearby

in cold sun I wait

for beer with her one last time 

get drowned in her wild kisses


***


 

her lips

crimson with paan

stings my heart:

smell of saffron and cardamom

melts in my haiku

 

***

 

dream-incited

I awake with a start

to her promise

sleeping together once 

more before we depart

 

***

 

grey morning 

shivering body 

walk back home

to the drizzling din

of a muddied street


***

lightning—

roaring colours in the sky

red white dark 

merge into one

fire water earth


***


late night— 

not many drink

at home

wait for the end

the bed sinks the body

 

***

 

what poem can brew 

on faces hidden behind

veils misty eyes say

all I can’t image in 

haiku with season word


***

Manikarnika:

he collects warm ashes

searching gold to live

buy country liquor or bread 

for starving wife or children

 

***

 

wailing over

adversaries that seek good

and do evil

he asks how long the dead

be denied condemnation


***


 

to own her body

they look for slave market— 

civilized rapists

with empty pocket force sun

light into nocturnal bed

 

***

 

wintered sadness 

different dimensions—

nature’s cycle

unable to cope

zen meditation

 

***

 

down the roof gutter

rain water gurgle too loud

she shouts at neighbours 

disturbing peace and sleep

blaming rural culture

 

***

 

they publish rubbish but

seek bone-deep art that whips

the ass housed in metro

when winter comes shut the door 

complaining rancid taste


***


 

from head to heel

feel coldness of the floor:

summer morning

shavasan in AC 

refreshing veronal

 

***

 

each syllable

allergic pollen and dust

her autumn tongue

one more song to prick with 

new variant, new wound

 

***

 

the nagging pains

in the index finger joints

kills all poetry

of body and mind at night

I yell sighs in half-sleep

 

***

 

winter arrives with

wheezing sneezing and backache

whole night without sleep

I try pills to get better 

lamenting ageing and pray


***


 

no temple

this body degenerates

memory fades 

stinking remains

can’t forget all

 

***

 

naked in debris

a crying baby girl 

he bends to pick up

eyes wander to locate

her mother too nearby

 

***

 

thoughtless mind

weeds and refuse buried 

empty heart

illusion of self thrown out

yet the guest doesn’t visit

 

***

 

seeing the body

in her lingerie drying

on clothesline

and pretend reading

the morning news


***


an old lady

calling heart-centred men

to awaken

in three sessions their full

potential in bed and beyond

 

***

 

her beauty

smells the soil that sings

grace in look:

I whisper my heart and chase 

the glow her shadow spreads

 

***

 

she draws a church

on the back of a leaflet

to resurrect Mary

in whose name she cried for years

and none counted her tears

 

***

 

sitting by the road

she plays the harlot for bread

men sin, she suffers

from police raid to VD

they gift with morbid morals


***


young and married


her body a burden


can’t help herself 


reduced to a donkey


suffering morality



*** 


seashore:

she lies on her back

eyes closed

feels foam on the waves

butterflies too

 

***

 

his son views letters

on the billboard a sparrow

awaits green light

for the road to be free

to peck at the fallen grains


*** 

unpredictable

monsoon clouds in Bangalore

confusion all time:

wet again my walking shoes

mud splashes by running car


***


 

morning walk:

two boys going to school

pick plump jamuns 

rolling on the roadside 

for tiffin at recess

 

***

 

puff by puff

smoke away their tension 

trainee programmers

on the roadside mixed smell

of sweat and talcum powder

 

***

 

a walking woman

pregnant from the back raising

hand for her man’s hand

a little away holding

the cell phone to his ear

 

***

 

an old woman

steals hibiscus from our gate 

grinning nav-ratri

puja at home and hurries

back before my wife confronts


***


from Shiva’s temple 


high decibel puja noise


wrath of the goddess


she prays for long power cut


for her short meditation

 

***

 

sham of puja

ruddy garland round the neck

kneel to quench the thirst

with rum and goat meat invoke

the goddess for sex at night

 

***

 

share memories

in the dark of night—

race for life

brave scents from the brink

mate kisses with grace

 

***

 

every home

Shiva’s monastery:

cannabis

no secrets or lies

relish special tea


***


 giving to grow 


intimacy:


wants no trouble 


realizing dream life


on daily basis

 

***

 

anti-national

every dissenting voice— 

lotus regime

bullying the generation 

with changing narratives

 

***

 

no firsts in hunger:

they all push one another

for a pail of rice

to cook without fire, roof and

utensils lost in landslide

 

***

 

a sleeping man

under the tree 

awaits a grave

villains in village keep

gaslighting all day


 



 

About the Author

Ram Krishna Singh, also known as R.K. Singh, has been writing for over four decades. Born (31 December 1950), brought up and educated in Varanasi, he has been professionally concerned with teaching and research in the areas of English language teaching, especially for Science and Technology, and Indian English Poetry practices. Till the end of

2015, Professor of English at IIT-ISM in Dhanbad, Dr Singh has published 52 books, including poetry collections God Too Awaits Light (2017), Growing Within / Desăvârşire lăuntrică (English / Romanian, 2017), There’s No Paradise and Other Selected Poems Tanka & Haiku (2019), Tainted With Prayers / Contaminado con oraciones (English / Spanish, 2019), Silencio: Blanca desconfianza: Silence: White distrust (Spanish edition, Kindle, Spanish / English, 2021), A Lone Sparrow (English / Arabic, 2021), Against the Waves: Selected Poems (2021), Changing Seasons: Selected Tanka and Haiku (English / Arabic, 2021), Covid-19 And Surge of Silence / Kovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkȋnȋ (English / Tatar, 2021), and : SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English / Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022). His haiku and tanka have been internationally read, appreciated and translated into several languages, including French,   Spanish,   Romanian,   Chinese,   Serbian,   Croatian,

Slovene, Bosnian, Hungarian, Albanian, Irish, Japanese, Bulgarian, Russian, German, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, Crimean Tatar, Arabic, Farsi, and Hindi. His awards and honors include Ritsumeikan University Peace Museum Award, Kyoto, 1999, Certificate of Honor and Nyuusen Prize, Kumamoto, 2000 and 2008, Lifetime Achievement Award of the International Poets Academy, Chennai, 2009, Prize of Corea Literature, South Korea, 2013, Aichi Prefecture Board of Education Award, Japan, 2015, Naji Naaman’s Literary Prize, Lebanon, 2015, nomination for Pushcart Prize, 2013, 2014, and Citation of Brightest Honour, International Sufi Centre: Sufi World, Bangalore, September 2020.

 

Follow him at: https://pennyspoetry.wikia.com/wiki/R.K._Singh.

 

email: profrksingh@gmail.com.


 


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