<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poetry on Rik Kisnah - Blog</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/tags/poetry/</link><description>Recent content in Poetry on Rik Kisnah - Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2025 15:00:40 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/tags/poetry/feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Circle of Three</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/the-circle-of-three/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2025 15:00:40 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/the-circle-of-three/</guid><description>A reflection on the bonds that form the foundation of a life—family, love, and the quiet strength found in togetherness.
The Circle of Three In morning light he stands so still, A quiet strength, an iron will.
Yet when their laughter fills the air, His heart forgets all weight and care.
Rekha, the song that warms his days, Her smile, a sun through life&amp;rsquo;s long haze. Roy, his echo, bold and free, A mirror of what love can be.</description></item><item><title>Too Young to Die</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/too-young-to-die/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2016 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/too-young-to-die/</guid><description>A poem for my brother. Reflecting on life, family, and the passage of time. In Remembrance Memorial and Remembrance for Ranjiv
Too Young to Die Once I was four years old, i told my mama &amp;ldquo;Pretty woman walking down the streah haha&amp;rdquo; Then she shouted at me and i said mama &amp;ldquo;You ugly woman, yacking down the stream yah&amp;rdquo;
That was then and the world was smaller And everything was so simpler and life was gentler My brother and I were running down the roads in Sodnac Drinking our dad&amp;rsquo;s secret stash of cognac</description></item></channel></rss>