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Durlabh Singh

Scripted Song

I am a scripted song
Divested of applause
Connotations or comforts
For a tribal dialogue.
On the sinews of the waltz
A sudden seizure of the heart
In the drunken yards of memory
Some junket assemblage of history.
From the waves in glistening
I will take languid listening
From frozen battered lungs
For the heels or for tongues.
Crossing horizons with the gathered reeds
Broken pilgrimage amid hollowed deeds
Forging the entangled self in some dire dirge
Giving liberty of harvest to the golden verse.