Blessing Poem by Satish Verma

Blessing

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At dusk, when moon was coming up
fidelity was challenged.
No soul was searched.
It was the body scarred in bright sun.

One pink petal flew over the cloud
and landed on the lake.
Will you gather the name and
send it back home?

It was a sacred gem, in the
navel of organdie, you had
worn on the night of a slaughter.
Opalescence, scolds the light,

dark was beautiful?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014
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Rajnish Manga 26 November 2014

Thanks for this wonderful poem, Satish ji. The entire atmosphere is ethereal. Following two lines are very simple yet most impressive: One pink petal flew over the cloud / and landed on the lake.

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