Unheavenly Poem by Satish Verma

Unheavenly



A boulder on my neck.
I am climbing your
house, O god.

I don’t believe you.
I trust the man,
a committed trespasser.

A crestfallen humanity
walking endlessly in―
the valley of tears,

to find the clean water,
the bread and roof. The
anguish breaks the morals.

And our painted deities,
resting on their thrones to
see the vultures descending.

Thursday, September 17, 2015
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Miraj Raha 17 September 2015

Brilliant capture, I hope humanity answers those unheavenly deities in steadfast determination.loved the image of vultures, made the scene all the more gruesome.

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Gajanan Mishra 17 September 2015

trust a man, fine message sir, namaskar..

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