WE HAVE
By Durlabh Singh
 

We have swallowed the dead leaves
                  
In remembrance of the pastured past
                      
Somewhere in the depths of nights
                      
In order to survive the dreaded loss.
                       
                      
A hand from destiny keep beckoning
                      
Approaching slowly avoiding shadows
                      
Throwing noose on rocks for the moon
                     
In strengthening arms of some afternoon.
                       
                      
We have swallowed a purple paradise
                      
Quenched flames to make frozen eyes
                      
Muffled fences against sound of fury
                      
All to serve just some chastened lies.
 

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