Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,900 Points (5-6-1935)

Words And Passages - Poem by Satish Verma

Defining the borders
with guilds,

a body hangs on a rope
mauled and fabled.

I am making a fool of myself
to find your hand.

Watching the world upside down,
the ailing Buddha─

was dying. I don't own the day.
Tomorrow will not remain yours.


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  • Gold Star - 46,310 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/5/2014 7:54:00 AM)

    good day sir, thanks, I like your poems, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 5, 2014


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