With My Eyes Poem by Durlabh Singh

WITH MY EYES.


With my eyes overhanging the running
River
With my hands flirting with the sandy
Bends
Straddling moistures within the clouds
Overhead
In silences spurned for markers of earth.

I was not the man to steal the
Crown jewels
Not a comforter for the life's
Little ills
Just to form some gossamers
For the dews
When pain strained through
Along fingers outstretched.

My songs of the spring
May not be yet born
A dance with the flies
May yet be in trial
Some curfew put on grace
For sake of beliefs
Here and there and which?
It does not matter.

Romance controlled in some
Reckless space
For foes on the roadside
Dazzled in maze
A flap for failures to escape
Without payment in pungent dues
Looking for a stranger to arrive
To admire those impassioned views.