Seminal Poem by Satish Verma

Seminal



An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside,
of Milky Way, at night.

Hearing the voices,
from inside,
becoming a Buddha.

The semen, without light―
sprouts, into a mad tree.
Not normal.

Starts walking at acute
angle, randomly,
for a cosmic, rare encounter.

A severed hand
writes the destiny of man
who went wild.

Friday, September 26, 2014
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Kumarmani Mahakul 26 September 2014

A severed hand writes the destiny of man.......beautiful poem composed in meaningful way.

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