Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,271 Points (5-6-1935)

A Love Song - Poem by Satish Verma

When the intellect was
defiling the unwritten book;
half-read, you reach for epiphancy.

Why you had to kill yourself
on the swing, before reaching─
the peak? Searching for escape?

I cannot know you, O flame.
Do not go beyond the sky.
My wings twist like nasturtiums.

Last night a city wept in─
my arms. There were no roses─
left and, no cut glass nudes.

They bleed, when you dig
out the roots. The croci were
planted by me when snow had melted.


Comments about A Love Song by Satish Verma

  • Veteran Poet - 1,018 Points John Chizoba Vincent (4/26/2014 10:36:00 AM)

    it so much powerful, the love song 'a city wept in my arms' i love that line more strenght (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014


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