Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,890 Points (5-6-1935)

Irreverent - Poem by Satish Verma

The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud.
I am on the vast stage
to perform.

Tall cacti and harsh
dunes will not find
a sweet acacia.

When I am hungry
I would like to write something
very personal on a yellow paper.

The potter’s wheel will not
move today.
The potter had turned into clay.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, April 26, 2013

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