Season Of Doubt.

poem by: Durlabh Singh
Written on Apr 06, 2015

SEASON  OF   DOUBT.


A season born in decant doubts
Amid tales woven around crowded lies
Pivoted fingers of the polluted seas
Along hills of raven where desert ends
Combining pinioned deeds of silver keel
Scythe moulded forms in tampered steel.

Blow, blow the eastern wind
Across the valleys with your sharp breath
Transfer the seeds from the colder climbs
To warm plains kneaded by fingered earth.

Conspiring to trim the wings
Of the sidereal desired dreaming soul
Half in earnest half in remembrance
Invitations to some strange tales of bold.






 

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Q. Ramirez commented:
There is no doubt that you are talented. A poet/artist - WOW!!
Durlabh Singh commented:
Thanks Ramirez for your comment.
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem. Good poetry.

 

 

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