NATURE Poem: LAMENT, by Ram Krishna Singh

Swelled by humidity
the mountain is a green cemetery
hiding men and ages
people may not believe in the valley
everyone is walking I hear
death echoing in tunnels
dark or grey, black or green
itching like a whore
whose hand has clutched everything
every song is a lament
conspiring with rains, winter, summer
autumn, storm, wind, sun, moon
it’s hardened, cruel, a green stone
nourishing the dirge
we crown death

–Ram Krishna Singh

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