A Call Poem by Durlabh Singh

A Call



A CALL.



To call up rainbows for their starry skies
Or the wayward wolves for their howls
Strains of eagles in feathery refrains
Touching the edges of the urban plains.

To gather all pinioned pains within oneself
And the tied up thistles scratched by fowl
To make a morning star out of the darkness
From some black holes in a collapsed growl.

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