Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,763 Points (5-6-1935)

Parched Lips - Poem by Satish Verma

Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today.
Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness.

I was nowhere in the circle of untruths,
the pain was slipping inside
and self-denial took its toll.

Nomad in exile
for the kiss of unknown
wandering in whispering streets.

There was no more remorse.
Saffron was the choice of pathos.
A collective suicide of pledges in the sun!

Parallel grief of desert and wind
offers the plundered toast
I drink to my parched lips.

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 4:38:00 AM)

    Either the holy sister or the convicted criminal. Dry crusts of bread, water from a ladle in a bucket. Blood. The course work of darkness can only be learned in light. A candle made from the labors of a bee. The queen will perish having done nothing but conceive. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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