Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,157 Points (5-6-1935)

Sheela-Na-Gig - Poem by Satish Verma

Waiting for a birthing pool
to throw up a dream chaser
nestled in chains.

The grip was easing out
on sun, stung by moon.
Asteroids start hitting again.

The runaway tiger had
turned cannibal, to practice
a new escapology.

A spiral of smoke
rises after the hunt.
You throw the glances back.

Someone will put a knife
in the tulips. Take home
the colours of death.

The celebration starts today.
Children of a bubble have
come out on the road.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

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