Satish Verma

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

Season’s Change - Poem by Satish Verma

When the debate between
temple versus state was heating up,
death was passing through a green field.

A nervous embrace
of solatium was unstable.
A heap of flip-flops could not

hold steady, little
poems fluttering in the heart.
Was it the will of God?

The stampede was the anathema
of hunger, the curse of a
whore was working.

Instead of food and alms,
a mass burial makes
me insane.

Was it possible that spring
was far behind? When brassica
blooms, will you forget? Is it not true?

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  • Brian Jani (5/15/2014 2:45:00 AM)

    Satish nice poem I enjoyed it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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