Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,384 Points (5-6-1935)

Rite Of Passage - Poem by Satish Verma

There was insurgency-
in white night.
Moon will stay to witness

the murder
of a golden leaf.
What was the promise of a ripe
language? The yellow thrust?
Keeping a date with death was not all important.

There were
lots of poems to be underlined,
preened and straightened. The dirt had
accumulated. A metaphor
will remove the stains.

Any confession will
take away the mystry. Who killed
the nothing?

Unrelenting
the apples were crashing.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013



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