Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,303 Points (5-6-1935)

Monilia - Poem by Satish Verma

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom
was seeping in me
I was riding on waves, moon-stuck.

The nude shot
of anemone, blindfolded
after the criminal assault.
Why they were throwing the lewed comments?

A raw cave
of white pain, drags the deity out
and dances on hawthorns.
The butchers become sick,
sick to the bones.

O democracy, king was not wise,
wise was not king.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 18, 2011



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