Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,160 Points (5-6-1935)

The Gift Of Abandonment - Poem by Satish Verma

The fantasy:
of moving in a circle,
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical
misquote. You were losing
your identity.

There was no abstract folly.
I will protect all the concrete truths.

To find a lover in the woods.

Fighting my demons
I start a circuitry of unborn vows.

The onslaughts continue.
Night comes with all its glory
to torment me, in absence of moon.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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