The Universe
The Universe.
The universe came along
To inhabit my place the other day
To shape the forms in contours
With a subtle suggestion in tone.
Design chiselled by wild winds
Pulverising the static constants
Saved from strangled suffocations
Not a laborious description of all
But hint for renewed aspirations.
Pasting reflections on new moon
Multi colours added of expectations
In time growing shrub land in hue
Seedlings planted amid the high noon
Durlabh Singh
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