Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,938 Points (5-6-1935)

Sculpturing - Poem by Satish Verma

It does not work;
the manipulation of the fast.
The genomic fugitive
nurtures a home of light, windswept pyre.

Under the prophet
a gloom unloosens the absolute.
Now as you weave
a pattern of lies, the page hits.

The book is thrown into
fire. The words swim, break the grief
of naked sun. There
is flooding of wombs. Who will conceive a god?

Between you and me,
a river flows. I become voiceless.
You cannot build a bridge.
The spinning curve outlines the shore.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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