Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,967 Points (5-6-1935)

Falling Crumbs - Poem by Satish Verma

The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken.
Long pauses between the questions,
halting silences between frenzied wails.

Flesh stayed untouched by hand,
center of controversies.
I still speak noiselessly, for urgent whispers,
time for exit has come.

The fog now deepens in eyes
and then a cloud bursts.
Trickling, when you bend backward
to wet the floor of grass,
which stiches the earth.

Winds will not expose the naked skeleton
consciousness now hiccupps
crumbs fall from the table.
It was not me
It was not me.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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