Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,765 Points (5-6-1935)

Sighting - Poem by Satish Verma

Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow
on the black lamppost.

Resuscitate
me when the moon dies.
Day starts bleeding.

Voice rested.
The little yollow bird has
left for new home.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013


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