Satish Verma

Gold Star - 43,567 Points (5-6-1935)

It Kills It Kills - Poem by Satish Verma

Eaten up, by wanderlust―
I started my sleepwalks
cheating my dreams.

The grace of knife was there...
it did not open in daylight.
Night was the brilliant host.

When do I meet you―
behind the moon― when stars
were not twinkling out of fear?

The rare gift of footnotes
was sufficient to explain―
the meaning of abstract pain.

You will not treat the stings―
very unkindly. They were
meant to awaken you from letting it go.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2015

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