self-searching against cultural crises


I seek the roots that shape
my desperate cries, my bones
that ache in bed I image
the snakes in forgotten heritage
to weave delight with Baha'i mind
and prayers in English before Kali
standout alone with Psalms
or Tablet of Ahmad, perhaps
I cross-breed in soul

but, who hears or sees
the ancient hands that signed
the first poems for man?
I sound strange, and strange I am
rooting about among ventricles
for my anonymity with names

Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-06-27 at 14:15

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I Seek the roots!!!! Those words drew me in like a kind breeze! I am seeking roots myself. I have found peace in God and in mother earth...crossbreed, yes I am. I have combind two religions in my heart and have found my peace. I have found what it means to be soulful. Beautiful, very beautiful work that I can tell came straight from your soul! ~Laura

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a constant journey we take in self discovery. nice piece.
2005-06-27 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
finding the roots to anything i think is essential for any type of personal equillibrium... your poem expresses that very well, I find... nice poem... thanks for sharing :)


A poem about the feelings of rootlessness many of us must confront.
I feel particularly strongly for the last three lines.