Satish Verma

Gold Star - 43,087 Points (5-6-1935)

Perfection - Poem by Satish Verma

I was gathering blue light
from your lynx-eyed vessel
of death.

Against terror
blind-folded, shot in the head
on road.

Earth was your bed
and a shimmering moon
your pillow.

It was apathy of gates
of heaven.
The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare
the jugs of wine,
body walks on edge.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010

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