Old Mirrors.
Through the stagnant waters
Of an old mirror I looked
Darkness quilted with fragments
A face that was once serene.
Within complete immobility of limbs
An urge tried to beckon
From sulphurious waters in yoke
An illumination within soul’s quest.
I know of a wing fluttering
Lost in abyss of mundane denizen
Superhuman effort to break seal
Sheltered by ghosts in the unknown.
Copyright © Durlabh Singh | Year Posted 2008
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