With Days
WITH DAYS.
With days long gone
But venom still strong
As if core of universe
Conspiring against itself
Ensouled grief all along.
Tell me tales not of demise
Ended in clay the beauteous forms
As if had annulled everything anew
Scenes of wrath into teared storms.
Let us go past dreaded dreams
With outrage to devise anew
Life’s stumbling gait to rectify
Flying across saline streams.
Copyright © Durlabh Singh | Year Posted 2014
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