Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,356 Points (5-6-1935)

Rains Are Coming - Poem by Satish Verma

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
objectively.
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.
My absent candles are freaking in wormy
darkness, noiselessly. The solitude
trying to gather the words.
Listen to time clock. Past and future.
Present has held the lantern to see
the hands moving. Sound comes out
clearly from the prophets of galaxies.
I want to catch the winds
in my legs to blast the horror of life,
underside of the gnarled credibility.
The rains are coming.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Raveendran . (9/29/2007 9:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful presentation of the chthonian awe of the inferno. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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