Satish Verma

Gold Star - 40,908 Points (5-6-1935)

Convolutions - Poem by Satish Verma

in final descent.

A distrust starts
the speechless howling.

The veiled threat
to lock the door
and see the other world.


Unmarried― the pears
will not ripen.

Sense of persecution

The doves fly away
you wrote your name on the wings.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2017

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