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To Grow
by
Durlabh Singh
To grow more feathers of remembrance
After flying past over the land of memories
To draw help from birds of silvery tones
Or from crystal candles and the butterflies
Amid some union of the vital breaths
In perfumed sufferings for a transmute.
To call upon rainbows for gaudy colours
Or the wolf dogs for their hoary howls
In lute stringed bundles carried by clouds
Arrow headed bodies in sharpened growls
An echo of wanderings of the secret kind
Stilling the poisons of the strident mind.
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