THE DEAD TOO ARE RESTLESS

Tracing the corridors
in my mind for the seeds
of isplaced dreams now turned
nightmares drugs can't control
no use mocking meditation
god yoga or psychic
mumbo-jumbo to escape
the beasts within nurtured for years
now I fear each move
a suicide bid, but dying
is more difficult when
the dead too are restless



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2006-01-20 at 11:36

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