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Durlabh Singh

We Have

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
For 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 houri.