Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,491 Points (5-6-1935)

The Secret Path - Poem by Satish Verma

Often,
I will return to myself,
to meet a lost ancestor;
exploring the statics―
of the room, from where the journey
had started.

I will read your face in dark. The
wrinkles, the broken teeth,
and the foggy vision.

The fire escape now lies bereft
of trappings. There is a blank space
there, sucking the sky.

The pragmatism had taken over
and I was left over with
the figures in stones.

I am trying to walk again
deep into the woods. The time stands
still. I am ready for an
uncounter with unknown.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, September 5, 2014


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