Do Not Want To Turn.

poem by: Durlabh Singh
Written on Apr 06, 2015

DO  NOT  WANT TO  TURN.



                  I do not want to turn again
Where oft I have trodden in some days
When the sounds of my footprints imprints 
Crimson blood stained mouths of memories.

Purple trafficking in the humdrum streets
Where nothingness enforces reinacted designs
Tongues burnt by heats of scorpioned flame
Among florid furies of the beleaguered nights.

What has come over me in the dew of dawn
Scorched hands plucking at the blistered eyes
Golds of harvest now stored in shadowy deep
In frigate of serpents steeped of the venom kind.

I do not want to turn again
Seeking out the comforts of hope or sleep
In some vacant spaces of the charnelled fields
Where dazed desires suspend in vagrant deeds.

 

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Christopher Russon commented on Apr 11, 2018 at 10:04pm
Such a well written poem Durlabh. I would love to write my poems with such depth and skill.

 

 

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