Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,317 Points (5-6-1935)

Consecrated - Poem by Satish Verma

It was a severed finger
in an envelope,
which wrote the letter
of consent.

Oh, my father
I am still crying
with loss of words
and figures.

Past the hills
I sent the secret of
my poems which did not tell
me the name of knife-

that was put in my back
by my unknown
brothers of shame. I will
now bleed all life.

It was only an
apology. I will still
walk with my toes drawing
the stripes of welts.

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  • (2/16/2013 6:48:00 PM)

    Eerie in an interesting and pleasing way. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013

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