Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,382 Points (5-6-1935)

Fierce Mooning - Poem by Satish Verma

Trotting along; fighting death -
with delaying techniques.
Chemo had failed.

Weeping Ashoka, how do I
name you differently?
I may not see you again.

I am hurt, very badly.
Absolutely rooted, firmly
in autumn. My leaves were falling.

Pushing back the interface
between smiles and tears;
the trespasser goes to moon.

It was traditional,
garlanding the poet-
who had killed his muse.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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