Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,701 Points (5-6-1935)

No Malaise - Poem by Satish Verma

I trace the path of murder, reclaiming
the blood stains
on grass. Becoming a stranger
in my own land.

Stranger? Yes.
Lead name missing.
Always wanted

less than enough.

I bare my chest
scrawling a blue butterfly trying to
unwrap the colour.

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  • (1/23/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    Wanted..The real democracy.! the ancient civilization is not yet matured enough to have the blue butterfly! Nice poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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