Satish Verma

Gold Star - 43,588 Points (5-6-1935)

A Wall Painting - Poem by Satish Verma

you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
when sun rises.

Knocking again
at a rapist door
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed
of polity.

Contours of a dimmed

The times; Oh, the tongues
were tasting the peels of aorta.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011

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