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Bitter Lemon


Durlabh Singh

I want to cut my teeth

On the rind of a bitter lemon

And feel the veins of wintry night

Caught in eddies on the frozen lips.

To follow the paths of the sea

Or to the creatures of sultry nights

Places where agonies kept vigils

In tear stained cheeks after saline.

In the love I embraced

Within my arms some pallid form

But strident heart betrayed its strain

Catching breaths in some ancient storm.

Graces of dead leaves in splits

Half remembered tales of ancient bliss

Some strivings for hankerings of heart

Looking for solace in a venomous start.

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