Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,806 Points (5-6-1935)

Deception - Poem by Satish Verma

I am giving you up
for a delusion-
of being watched all the time.
The retrieval of a poem
must start now.

A mannequin was defiled at dawn.
The puppets on a string
were dancing whole night-
for a born loser.
A lemon without an escort
has become a tree.

A living corpse, after
the acid attack. Give me some
water to wet the lips. I am
going to confess all the
sins of a weak man.

Let there be a face-off
between a river and a bridge.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013



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