Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,723 Points (5-6-1935)

Smell Of Nothing - Poem by Satish Verma

Driving green fire
out of melodies.
It was not make-believe
not mannerism
but smell of autopsy.
A pseudo-elegy starts
at burial site.


Frugality of dust
first decides to go to god
and then die.
Race, religion, tribe
and their foot-soldiers
had become red

for lupines. It feels like
fire of hell. I am drunk
and I am burning.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



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