Yesterday's Call

By Angel Singh

My hushed hymn of doom,

Having sailed beyond the edge of the room.

Address me in the whisper of yesterday,

No borrowed guise, no ink to weigh.

Neuron’s string crafts being’s design,

The rest, a shell, a grand disguise.

The hour one orb fades away,

Another ignites its way.

Lo, hearts are untamed mage,Hence, our sternum is a cage.I’d braid my arteries into a Keffiyah,Shall you confess your quiver?

Tarry a while, O traveler,

Permit stillness, what time didn’t alter.

Whilst you are now, so once were we.

Whilst we are now, so shall you be.

By Angel Singh