Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,456 Points (5-6-1935)

Blood Diary - Poem by Satish Verma

Writing on sleeves
to remember your departure
and becoming a stray cloud.

The maternal touch
of the sky, you can sleep whole life
on dense logics.

White sheets were burning
unannounced in the home.
I lost the key, to open the door.

All I wanted to tell you
about, selling the roses.
Thorns must not go free.

The snake was shedding the skin,
time to hone on whetstone.
The tender loaf was ready.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 7, 2010



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