Who Will Poem by Durlabh Singh

Who will wipe away
My mouldered black suffering
Whichever colours the contours
Translucent water in
Agony stained offerings.

Drying waters, the sad waters
A companion of grieving souls
Vast inflictions by death’s cruel hand
Suffocating some tender clear life.
With nails like sharpened hoofs
By the river where
The phantom boats float.

Look closer how dark is my grief
For which I had paid huge price
Deprived of tumultuous heart
Embellished with tear souled cries.