PERHAPS.
© Durlabh Singh - Kenya-UK
Perhaps
The
realms of invisible
Will
be rendered visible
The
realms of untouched
Rendered
into tactility
Where
the heart will
Wing
itself
Into
the freshness
Of
some infinite facility.
Ready
for brokerage of bondage
Into
disbarred domains of death
Glazed
some visionary perceptions
For
the sired eyes to comprehend
Where
the hand held in pain
Across
the rusty gates of the hell.
Rolling
and unrolling
The
worlds kept in stealth
Where
the wind crosses
Voices
of silence still held.
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CHIEF SEATTLE
– ADDRESS.
You
asked me to
Sell
my land
How
could I sell my land
It
would be like
Selling
my mind
Selling
the skies above
Presences
in the airs
Sparkle
of the waters
Memories
in dark woods
Green
meadows and
Sounds
of humming bees.
Where sentry trees guarding the mists
Ghostly
reflections of the sandy shores
The
sap that runs through pine needles
The
blood that courses through my veins
The
heats generated by the shaggy pony
And
my brothers bear ,deer and the eagle soar.
The
rivers are my brothers
They
quench my thirst, they feed me
Show
me kindness, live my life
Feel
me heal me bathe me knead me.
The
earth is my mother
She
nourishes me flourishes me
Perfumes
me with flowers
Feeds
me with corn
Sings
me lullabies
Feels
me in her pain
Renews
me clues me with mystery.
Do
not force me to sell the spirits
My
mother earth my brother river
My
sister wind the sap in my brain
Gods
of my visions heaven Striven
All
my shores and the forest frames.
©
Durlabh Singh - Kenya-UK
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