Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,514 Points (5-6-1935)

Rendezvous - Poem by Satish Verma

Wanting more of you
in the bed of moon,
where present and past
were disrobing.

The bee stings, O my god,
arrange the pure darkness
of milk,
hanging on persona of future.

The yielding was painful,
its blankness. You were
collecting the hooks. I was letting
free the fish.

Green was my perch
on the white paper,
rewriting your name without ink
for the sake of hunting the lamp.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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