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Obtrusive Skies.
I never challenged the obtrusive skies
Nor destituted the benevolent earth
With tender warmth I sensed the whole
When each stone became endeared to soul.
Held voices in many hands
Sang with the birds in branched trees
Wielded the weapon of poesy pivoted
Against enslavement of spirit for free.
Held garlanded emotions in fingers
Explored only could but a few
Imbued with rattlings of centred self
Tenemented by saddlings of new
Clasping forces drenched in dance
Lighting mirths in a universe of chance.
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Durlabh Singh
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