Satish Verma

Gold Star - 38,160 Points (5-6-1935)

Alone In The Heat - Poem by Satish Verma

The insult to sober conviction
unsettles the saints.
Give me your hand,
to solve this problem.
An abstract idea joins
the postures of different conflicts,
the worship of crumpled illusions.
After great sufferings
only proverbs give a soothing effect.

Images blur, misspent energy
distorts the palisade of love.
Perhaps history repeats itself.
Moon cries at midnight
looking beneath the soft clouds,
to follow eternity.
Past & present are losers.
The trustworthy future
does not hold any promise.

Again questioning brings
the numbness on surface.
The agony of realization,
moves away from just mistakes.
It is hard to smash
the strong beliefs.
A self-denial brings
the death of truth.
I am alone in the heat
of an argument, pathless, rising, sinking.


Comments about Alone In The Heat by Satish Verma

  • (11/7/2007 2:50:00 AM)


    Seems inevitably futile (not fruitless) . Does life have a point? it's one steady realization after the other. Yet there's nothing steady about it.

    best care, sjg xx

    'Moon cries at midnight
    looking beneath the soft clouds,
    to follow eternity.' ... . . . . . . .... loves it.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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