Satish Verma

Gold Star - 54,581 Points (5-6-1935)

God Of Blessings - Poem by Satish Verma

Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.

Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.

Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.



Satish Verma


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  • (12/30/2009 6:50:00 AM)

    Black widow spiders and morality - good luck-they just want that bug in the web. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 30, 2009



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