Satish Verma

Gold Star - 35,785 Points (5-6-1935)

Difficult Choice - Poem by Satish Verma

If a gadget turns
you on, and I cannot
listen the voiceless
music, how would
we meet in parasynthesis?

A parakeet lifts the long
tail to climb on―
the grill to watch the
sweep of clouds, whistling
past, when the world
was mud-splattered.

Take my hand and hold
the queer. I was never me
in the maddening crowd.
I listen to only my body.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015



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