Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,431 Points (5-6-1935)

Gift Of Love - Poem by Satish Verma

Between the blue eyes,
wind smeared a hot kiss
on forehead of moon.
There were no half-brothers to watch.

Swarms of thoughts descended
in zero hour of night.
Sadness was beyond threshold
a crucial insult to the arrival of time.

Now I was not going anywhere
I was afraid of myself.
The centre was disappearing,
in the statements of truth.

Pleas are falling apart in
global freezing, of collective brain.
I start sifting through the leaves
a gift of love, my fruit.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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