Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,853 Points (5-6-1935)

Self-Deception - Poem by Satish Verma

Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.

Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief!

Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great sentences,
and easy flows the river under sun,
there was nothing left in the desert
and slowly burns the cauldron of craft.

That sudden spurt of rage and tears,
strangle of dreams, roses and hopes.
My empty hands, white skin, leafy eyes
Why? Am I tremendous, expanding like sea?

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 7:55:00 AM)

    She counted out raisins on the kitchen table. Golden sultanas and black currants that weren't currants at all. Grown on vines in clusters on a hillside in the sun. They were once plump, juicy, delectable. They were once meant for wine. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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