Geography Poem by Satish Verma

Geography



A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.

Why did you enter the bed
of a molten lava?

Wisdom was in silent eyes
not on the lips of a blackened rose.

The water was white and cool
the sun was red and hot.

A mirror will never tell the truth.
Bleached was the face of moon.

One night I will be killed
in the hands of a benevolent foe.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 19 September 2016

I thought I understood this, until I came to the second word. Anyhow, my conjecture has projected its own significance upon the piece, and it has not been an unworthwhile exercise, though I confess I will never know whether the trajectory of my surmisals mirrors at all the furrows of the poet's ruminations.

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Brian Jani 13 July 2014

wise words in this brilliant poem.what it says is true and easy to understand.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 25 April 2013

Geography of youth recklessness leads to the end concluding lines One night I will be killed in the hands of a benevolent foe(Wife or girl friend) than for the poem..

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Gajanan Mishra 25 April 2013

wisdom in silent eyes. beautiful and true.

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