SENTINEL POETRY
ONLINE MAGAZINE MONTHLY #13  (DECEMBER 2003) ISSN 1479-425X

DURLABH SINGH


Natural Tones

I am the springtime
Of leaves
And song of brunt
Meadows brief
Where the water arms
The earth's ploughed
Scars
Mingling with
Moon's soft crust.

Capricious images
Of nursling plunders
Shrouded to announce
To the world at large
Its blunders
And crystallization
Of amorphous mass
Of feelings and sensations
Into significant forms
In a universe of values
Echoes of inner stance.

I am the spring sap
Of the leaves
And song of meadows brief
Scars of earth
Peeled and ploughed
With bloods of
Moon's dried crust.

I am the visibility of the day
I am the invisibility of the night
I am the spring sap of the leaves
And the echoes of winter's last rites.

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POEMS
Nkechi Nwosu-Igbo
Don't Cry, Dear Butterfly
Spirit Immersed
Aminu Mahmud
My Heart Whispers,
Prometheus
Sunset
Protest Streets
Memoir
Durlabh Singh
Sonnet One
Natural Tones
Tolulope Ogunlesi
A Bridge Passing Under Many Waters
Those Eyes
Helen Woodward
Mirror
Woman 1
Woman 2
Stone
Nilanshu Kumar Agarwal
Memory Is Being Blurred
I Am Being Drowned
Shakespeare In Tears
Adult Franchise
Rural India
Ugochukwu Smooth C.
One Day
Her
Uche Nduka
Shuffle Beige: Extracts
Chris Major
Manners
Emman Usman Shehu
Concordance
Gorgon
Angela Fraser
Invocation
INTERVIEW
Nnorom Azuonye
My E-Conversation with
Emman Usman Shehu
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