Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Fault Line - Poem by Satish Verma

The template had the fault,
I was buried alive.
Brick by brick they erected the cell
around me.
I could see only the reflection
of a moon at night
in my glass of water.

During the day sun peeped through the cracks,
was hurting and very disturbing,
forming a skull and crossed bones
on the walls.

I watched a piece of sky
as a hub of pallisades.
I planted a word in that hole.

After one seed, there were many
echoes. Starting in the distant hills.
I was rising in red fog.

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Comments about Fault Line by Satish Verma

  • Rookie Anu Veluri (10/9/2007 11:27:00 PM)

    Such awesome imagery.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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