Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,919 Points (5-6-1935)

Dimensions - Poem by Satish Verma

You were sitting on a honeycomb
I wanted a life
without stink or stain.
Intently staring at every celebration
listening to every sound,
and warding off the hissing reptiles
near my ladder.

Nature, I do not want to fight with.
Grief brings psoriasis,
the eternal itch and restlessness.
I scream at every red patch,
my unreadable pain forgets the date.

Mutism was not the answer
to protect the purity of tongue.
Silence was not a golden word.
Without becoming hoarse
one can shout to tell the dimensions.

Comments about Dimensions by Satish Verma

  • Lantz Pierre (2/2/2017 7:03:00 AM)

    The colonial front porch was painted white. Was painted coat on coat. The lignin of the wood was protected from impolite words and passing indiscretions. Petticoats swayed as the cars came to claim gasoline. Everything had been refined. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/14/2007 11:46:00 PM)

    found a new steady reader in me.

    best care, sjg

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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