Blank Page. Poem by Durlabh Singh

Again I have to cross
A blank page for travel
A wide desert spread
Spaces to far away lands
Which seems even sterner
For the words to instruct
Vehicle of subtler thought
Movement for the select.

Perhaps with a magic
Hand of chance
I will take plunge
Into the inkwell
My fingers wide spread
To write
To find hidden furies
Being born of some dread.

With my solitude
I will come alive
With devilish wide smile
To bail out
Into a liberation
An antiquity of versification.