Satish Verma

Gold Star - 59,594 Points (5-6-1935)

Return To Myself

Poem by Satish Verma

Dumbly you come
to the brink of a precipice,
at the point of no return.
Moving, pivoting with
a huge perception.
Knowing that life was exacting,
you are alive,
alone with a conflict.
Your choosing was a miracle.

Seeking was not ending.
Death was an inadvertent mistake.
You lie down in terror.
Deep in the bones you know, you have to move.
There was no cloud above the eyes,
history was an aberration-
rags to riches.

You become yourself
when death defines a name
and I remember a sunset.
My shaking fingers
weave a drape of sorrow.
There was no patch of green
I return to myself.

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  • Patrick McFarland (11/15/2007 11:25:00 PM)

    Loved your poem. Great depth and understanding of the human condition crafted with perfect language. I give it a 10.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011