Beyond Discernment Poem by Satish Verma

Beyond Discernment



The last thing
I wanted to say before
the sun went down.

Heal thyself, Oh
seer, stoking the flames
under the lake.

Honey-yellowed,
fall of your climax―
for golden calf.

Like a hen in blind
panic, under the spell
of innocent blade.

Monday, January 2, 2017
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