Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,359 Points (5-6-1935)

For The Clotting - Poem by Satish Verma

seething yet silent in land of outrage:
strictures of life,
my eyes will not see the setting sun;

this was the blind spot
before the battle starts
and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun –

to speak the version of domestic grief
without lips because the death does not come alone,
she has a company

of corpses swelling the earth but she also
plays piano with two fingers only
pouring out milk and venom

for a long journey, we start unprepared
I will not fall asleep

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

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