Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,765 Points (5-6-1935)

Human Lab - Poem by Satish Verma

Half-buried in a mud pit,
a polluter bares all, body and soul.
Hands bound, ready to be stoned
to death.

A god was going to kill a god.
A dense judgement of planet green
of an unreliable sun
scribbling a code of conduct.

My god, I will go insane.
Save my woods I say. How can
be the adam was so naked running
in a race gene altered?

My arthritic fingers again lift
a mansion of gold leaves, dissolving
the sky.


Satish Verma


Comments about Human Lab by Satish Verma

  • (12/16/2009 7:54:00 AM)


    such a clever concrete verses... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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