Satish Verma

Gold Star - 35,967 Points (5-6-1935)

Cracked Open - Poem by Satish Verma

Living my own way
like flint,
you will not read
my cosmology.

We two, keep quiet in―
the same book― I
want to read some
hidden message from you.

A day slips into night.
What a consumption of will.
The train stops at the terminus―
without a traveler.

Stepping out, from the
grave of body― you will throw
a reflection, of the nerves,
in a wreath.

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Comments about Cracked Open by Satish Verma

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/1/2015 8:17:00 AM)


    Stepping out, from the
    grave of body― you will throw
    a reflection, of the nerves,
    in a wreath.- -Beautiful lines from a great poet, i enjoy reading your poem, thanks for sharing.
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