Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,356 Points (5-6-1935)

Composing - Poem by Satish Verma

Beyond dreams,
a wise lake, watching my absurdity,
of playing with the tyranny
of absolute. And I am trying
to remember, who had said,
that the core victim was me;
in simile,
to a drowning boat.

I remained,
a small seed, still
waiting till eternity to find a
thread of light, which should reach
the depth of the dust, the stone
the water, awakening me to
send my radical, going down,
down into the evasive words.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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