Sonnet One. Poem by Durlabh Singh

These are the domains of our inner pride
Boundless as thoughts free based as twilights
Hydra of incense spreading over billowing sea
Over dark passages of earth over all its spree
Survey mighty empire left unheeded by self conceit
Uncovered by clappers song undeemed by egoed plea
From clover burnt turmoils of the deeper self
Galloping shadows of our anxiety raced on
Basement triangular established on mulberry
Adding their weight against the winds of liberty
Roll up curtains let rays of darkness penetrate
Rancid smell of heath fires on our mercurial glades
This instant might constitute a milestone in our destiny
A squalid little adventure or the embellishment of liberty.