Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,866 Points (5-6-1935)

One Hundred Moons - Poem by Satish Verma

On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing
the uncertain values. Committing suicide
was a regular feature.

To pay off the debts of a flag.
By using pesticides on unsuspecting
guests of tomorrow.
The clocks were set one century back.

What could be done of an anonymous
terror bomb placed in a lunchbox?
Do we wait for an accident?
Who will open it?

All summer, one hundred moons
I will wash your face
to read the command.
Who had put the stiletto in your hand?

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  • (4/11/2008 12:27:00 AM)

    strong emotional out flow...touching poem, satish... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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