Satish Verma

Gold Star - 38,247 Points (5-6-1935)

Live Baits - Poem by Satish Verma

An autopsy was being conducted
with brutality
to silence the rising dialogue,

pulling out the lethal crunch
of scripted history.
You want the kiss of a parting grain.

A secondhand face crops
up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed
of curtains? They have covered

all the skeletons. The tangerines,
why do I remember them
like juicy lips in dark.

We are going to bungle together,
decked up to receive the body
of a honed player.


Comments about Live Baits by Satish Verma

  • (12/14/2011 7:12:00 AM)


    Liked it. Enjoyed reading it. A really fantastic write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    War With No Morals.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011


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