Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,723 Points (5-6-1935)

Raging Spring - Poem by Satish Verma

Siblings
will take care of the morgue.
I am going to hang my god
today. Howling winds
are crashing into my breath.


In the sea
of flags, the white death walks on
naked bodies of faith. Innocence
will take a back seat
listening to the roaring assault
of blues.

Was it a hymn to drink
the religion of rage?
The men sitting in the glass vases
worshiping the rising sun in awe
with folded hands.


Comments about Raging Spring by Satish Verma

  • (4/16/2012 5:30:00 AM)


    Please don't do that and the earthing will be orphaned,
    Please stop doing that, the earthen boat will drown.

    Sir, Well written poem, though I do not agree with certain part. Stunned and speechless, ..
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  • Wahab Abdul (4/13/2012 8:33:00 AM)


    ''Was it a hymn to drink
    the religion of rage?
    The men sitting in the glass vases
    worshiping the rising sun in awe
    with folded hands. ''

    Very good saying, though the poem is full of wisdom...........................
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012



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