Satish Verma

Gold Star - 56,859 Points (5-6-1935)

Mutual Hurts - Poem by Satish Verma

His murmur turned
into a howl―
after the blast.

Pumice and ash cover
the holy book. Time and space
were shrinking.

Like I had become
lava, that snaked in the
cries. Night spreads a
brilliant darkness.

A river starts
burning. You cannot swim.
I let you go to meet
your gods.

It is your face which floats
on the sea of violence.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 3, 2017

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