Sunbeams Poem by Satish Verma

Sunbeams



I will not play
for you,
in burning shadows.

Bribing the body
to sequester the soul
via ripping steel-

of a blade of grass.
He stopped at the door
for a short while -

to sharpen the proboscis
for blood and dogma
of a fake country.

Cannot pardon me.
I will present to you
my earth, as cow.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hardik Vaidya 06 February 2013

Satish, I don't have the right bent of mind to dive into your creation, therefore I lie bereft of its smothering kiss. But I am touched, pushed, shoved, thrown, tossed and bitten by its raw power. I enjoyed reading it.

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