Satish Verma

Gold Star - 38,372 Points (5-6-1935)

Naïve Innocence - Poem by Satish Verma

O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.

Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –

on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home to fire, tending
the voiceless flora of a virgin rock.

The questions stand up, against
the black walls of silence. The blue birds
are going to fly in white desert.



Satish Verma


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009



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