Durlabh Singh Poet Verse

Trembling Hands

TREMBLING   HANDS.

With trembling hands
I let go of the furies
Kept under my command
Staked for offers in foreign lands
Where clouds gather on yellow hills.

Wailing across the wilderness
Where buzzard fly powered by
Hot winds blown from desert
Slapping the senses into torture.

Instructions for the heart
To turn up rebellious gestures
To melt icicles of the frost
With sharpened pen knife
 Into some modes of indifference.

Warm sensations spreading
From desert to the land of lore
The steps onwarding will find
A brush with salty oceans
Along the sea weeded shores.


Durlabh  Singh.

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Beata Agustin December 8, 2025 at 6:31 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.