Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,863 Points (5-6-1935)

* The Dead Tiger - Poem by Satish Verma

the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
start visiting volitionlessly:

the nesting eagles, I choose
this bitter absurdity of large wings
under the sun, where they will announce the shade,

a lonely patch of life, of signature
kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street
into unending wait;

undress the sleeping lion
of combat fatigue, his brain splattered,
the dreams moved like tectonic plates




* On seeing the body of Vellupillai Prabhakaran


Comments about * The Dead Tiger by Satish Verma

  • Rookie - 143 Points Indranil Bhaduri (10/16/2012 8:43:00 AM)

    Mindblowing sir... Short of words to comment... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Yacov Mitchenko (12/25/2009 8:47:00 AM)

    Striking imagery here. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Catrina Heart (7/24/2009 11:01:00 PM)

    the nesting eagles, I choose
    this bitter absurdity of large wings
    under the sun, where they will announce the shade,

    a lonely patch of life, of signature
    kill of future, the metamorphosis of a street
    into unending wait;
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    powerful words great imagery painted! ! ! 10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 24, 2009



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