Solidarity Poem by Satish Verma

Solidarity



Still talking to a ghost
in oblique manner
about sexuality.

A centuary plant has not
bloomed;
wants to die.

The loincloth covers
the ocean floor
where it shipwrecked.

A fake will do.
God was on dialysis.
Chemistry of kiss did not work.

Between bullets and bread
grievers will descend
for a lost saviour.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Cockrell 16 September 2011

stark images, well written!

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