Sent Anonymously Poem by Satish Verma

Sent Anonymously



It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning
the old version of truth;
when I was searching the parallelism
for the sake of otherness.

The unreturning melancholia,
brings the surreal intruder,
I did not want to entertain.

The insane activity of heart
wants a sin uncommitted.

The flirt eyes like a tulip
between your fingers,
unrolling the tender petals.

Night throws the salt on the moon.

There were no tears.

Monday, September 15, 2014
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Dr Pintu Mahakul 15 September 2014

The instance activity of heart, night throws the salt to moon, perfectly written beautiful poem. I liked this. Thanks.

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