Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,406 Points (5-6-1935)

Rolling Stones - Poem by Satish Verma

Between the sun and moon
you come to transcend
the frescoes on the sky
for a lost chance.

It fuels the anxiety.
When do I meet you
in dark to explore the
lightning rod.

The inside enemy will
allude to self-immolation.
Where will end the
agony of man?

The carnage continues
unabated. The crowds are thinning.
Lurking men on fimbriae dump the veils.
Who will invite them today?


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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