Keeping Head High Poem by Satish Verma
Keeping Head High
Ah, in this―
culture of shames
you will need some divination
for mooning around.
You cannot mend the old
shoes, become an explicator―
of complex human mind.
Cannot face the sun to
catch my shadow. Father and
son were water apart.
The things become no-things
inestimable. I keep on intuiting..
First came the rains,
then winds. I stand for nation.
I fall for you.
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