Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,046 Points (5-6-1935)

Utopia - Poem by Satish Verma

Was there any option left?
Violence was there,
evil existed in pacifism.

Signature flora demonstrates
the mental poise.
I call for the imperfections.

In blue mood, I kill the moon
and take a walk on the cinders.
Will you give me a hand?

There was no path left,
but the trees were walking on beach.
The war will never end

between the genders. The
secret of butterfly catcher
was buried long ago.

From a childhood into the -
forest of lies, it was a long
journey losing the scents.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013

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