Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

Forgetting The Hymn


Spherules start a pincer attack
on the modesty of an epiphany.
The manifestation was incomplete.

The windows were very small in-
the wind-palace. Only ringdoves
were sitting on the sills, cooing all day.

They were sitting in a row; cross-
legged, the naked monks. As a penance
they were getting the scalp hair pinched off.

Swearing will not help. You need to
suffer like a forgotten language,
like grass blades who bend again & again.

Submitted: Thursday, November 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 28, 2013

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