Mortal Nights
by Durlabh Singh
The wind with serpents
The trees with stones
And stars with dust bowls.
The original nakedness of
Being
Cornered now with
Vacuity of gaze
Empty eyelids feebly abound
With nettles of teared streams.
Mortal nights
Full of secrets
Full of arrows
Freshly calcined
In dust bowls the undertones
Amid heartaches begun anew
In seasons of whispered tones.
© 2004 Durlabh Singh
Durlabh Singh is a poet resident in London , England and has been
published widely in over 200 publications. His latest book of verse is
CHROME RED (ISBN 1898030464)
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