Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,250 Points (5-6-1935)

Before The Sunset - Poem by Satish Verma

I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer,
erasing the palm from the painting―
drinking the nitrogen from the air
starving myself.

Cannot bequeath my eyes,
my thumb vision. You were always
asking about my sadness, emptiness.
I will not tell about
the acid times.

That killing instinct was not
there. I will give you the
unborn poems, that would not wear
the death mask, my unspoken
thoughts, peeling after the darkness and
I will let you go to find your path.

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  • Savita Tyagi (1/21/2016 8:09:00 AM)

    If reading a good poem makes a morning worthwhile this is one of those morning for me. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

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