Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,115 Points (5-6-1935)

Listening - Poem by Satish Verma

They walk in dreams
nightmarishly
spirits of nameless faces
staring without eyes.

The screams:
of a child
on whom you poured boiling water.

The screams:
of a girl made to wear only flesh, because
she ran away with a priest.

The screams:
of a wipped woman
who tasted the laughing moonlight.

Death makes a big hole
in a spooky silence!
Are you listening?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010



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