Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,763 Points (5-6-1935)

Drenching - Poem by Satish Verma

To find peace,
you break the coconut,
a ritual to dent
the dark night.

Amnesia disconnects
your pronouns.
You do not remember
your name.

A monkey or a fowl.
The existence was
the same for your
unknown inheritance.

Want to collect the golden
motif; from the
old brick house, sans
a real god, old brick house.

A straight line hangs
from a roof, igniting the
faith. There was no ghost
no jinni.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 1, 2013


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