Satish Verma

Gold Star - 59,506 Points (5-6-1935)

Holds Me Green

Poem by Satish Verma

The cult
catches you
like a black hole.

You cannot scale the walls -
slide back
in a crucible.

Like fried insects
crisp and dry.
Witch-hunt starts.

Sky was blue
in eyes,
winds will divide the space.

Do you need a mediator
to read between the lines?
To cross the fence?

Who sucked me dry?
Who leeched me white?
Death holds me green!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011