A Family Dust Poem by Satish Verma

A Family Dust

Rating: 4.4

A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon,
and turns into a vast lake of tears.
They were fighting for their right to remain
poor and hungry. It was a fractured
amnesia in the pit of flesh.

Was it a pink rose? No one had planted
a kiss on the lips of a thorn. An unbuttoned
triangle snaps the cold and opens the thighs
of a tulip valley. Drop by dropp honeydew
dances into a hairy lap.

The shooting stars go into trance, multiply
the intimate minutes and indulge in
sprouting the horns. The longest night feels
betrayed and beseeches foremothers to
conceive again.

Satish Verma

Edward Kofi Louis 25 February 2016

Poor and hungry! Thanks for sharing.

1 1 Reply
Kelly Kurt 25 February 2016

This poem took me for a wild ride!

2 0 Reply
Jaya Agarwal 08 February 2018

A beautiful poem: beautiful theme selection-well written

0 0 Reply
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 25 February 2016

a failed thirsty town harvested the moon and changed it into a reservoir for tears! ! what a pitiful state of my country and the countries alike, producing family dust! ! The poem makes me to be slightly sad and brave when digging the meaning of the lines down, Satish Vermaji..and it is the effect of your mesmerizing thought and writing. Thank you so much..Congratulations...

0 0 Reply
Savita Tyagi 25 February 2016

Wow! What a unique way! Like walking into meditative circle to feel the essence of life.

1 0 Reply
Uzefa Rashida M.a 25 February 2016

A unique concept written within a brilliantly woven imagery. Perfect 10. Thoughtprovoking poem.

1 0 Reply
Ratnakar Mandlik 25 February 2016

Heartiest Congratulation for Poem Of The Day. A beautifully conceived meaningful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 + points

1 0 Reply
Error Success