Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,243 Points (5-6-1935)

Under The Cloud - Poem by Satish Verma

The depression,
in purple moon,
scattering black magic.

The eatery, I ask, why were
you hungry?
The singsong tea pot smiles.

The theme of mist
valley, incites the palazzo;
and the riots begin.

A dark silhouette, looms─
against the falling star,
I start picking up the debris.

On the fringe of
economic boom, I put my
hands in the wronged shirt.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 21, 2014


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