Each Night

by

Durlabh Singh

Each night I died the death of yesterday.
The pestle poisoned the peel of each thought
Grinding shelling the shadows of hearth stones
Demurred decried the enemy cannot act
Cannot grudge cannot cheat with fabled screams.

The greased guillotine struck with might
On portals of mind sealing lips
Binding hands huddled in a herd song
To escape the fire fury and the shrieks
Tongue tied tassels tempting not
Ever more the calcined dust
Vaporizing shattering scratching
The skins of landscapes peeled and plotted
Heaped up with skeletons of the old thorns.

Death and dreams have buried the day
Amputated the time with lavender spray
Broken wings and the life’s span
Renewed never but ever the same
Fresh tongues giving it a form
Ripening the grief and the corn.

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