Satish Verma

Gold Star - 56,766 Points (5-6-1935)

Definitions - Poem by Satish Verma

Becoming intimate with
pain. Laughing with
death. My pastime.

Then unfold me
to lick the flames. You
and me burn simultaneously.

Why life demands
toll for crossing the river
of ashes and bones?

Like night bird
you hop and stop in neighborhood.
Looking for lithe snake.

September tears.
It was ending after the
red moon bleeds.

Was there any name left for the void?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 26, 2017

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