Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,139 Points (5-6-1935)

*plasma Screen - Poem by Satish Verma

It was an absent answer. Terror
was one abyss in unhindered
waking of eternity in being. The passions rise
between downpour of black rings on the terraces,
was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no
body was taking the responsibility of the war lost, and
we nod in unison. Hunger drives the wedge. This
is a city of moonless sky where the headcount
never stops.

Warriors sit down under the volts opening red
eyes, the trade gets a bad name, rubbers
win the coin. Yellow metal gleams around arms,

a wound becomes a talisman, you start collecting
the awards from severed hands.

Satish Verma

*On watching a massive blaze of gas depot at Jaipur (India) unebbed for 3 days.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 8, 2009

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