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Durlabh Singh

Tongues

I am the word
That pronounces
The tongues for feel
Or for peonies
In marshy lands
For birds in steel.

Green and gold
The colour of spring
Grey and white
Tones of winter
Forged in partnership
Rattled bones in cinder.

Tongues of insurrections
Tongues of tale strange
Tongues in thousand dialects
Tongues of the storm and rage.

Tongues to sooth
Tongues to hide
Tongues to loose
Tongues to guide.