Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,874 Points (5-6-1935)

Repeating History - Poem by Satish Verma

My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness

Death had drawn a circle
my mode of survival depended on
the hopelessness of life
The ant-hills were growing!

The final assault will take place at night
at spiritual depths.
I will be seething with fake acoustics.
Kissing the blue lips of dawn
night bids adieu.
I will move quietly behind the corpse
A dark tribute to the mother of sorrow.

Flames on river, my body was burning
in blue waves
I was repeating history.

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 4:25:00 AM)

    What bends finds camouflage comfortable. The enormous pipe-organs of cathedrals call out hymns of praise to point out the humble. Worth is measured within the confines of mucous-lined caverns. Sing, especially if you have forgotten the words. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/11/2007 2:33:00 AM)

    Satish, be happy! ! poetry hit the aim> (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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