Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,743 Points (5-6-1935)

Images Rhymed - Poem by Satish Verma

This was
a catastrophic state.
I had started
questioning myself.

The scientia implodes.
You swallow the pill
and become fluid.

A clock stops
I would be angry,
if the hands don't catch
the numbers.

Ancient pain.
You open the door
and light disappears.

I will draw
your face on sand
and then kill
the wind.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2013



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