Satish Verma

Gold Star - 56,766 Points (5-6-1935)

Speak My Language - Poem by Satish Verma

Trying to count
the beautiful years, spent
in the journey of heart.

There was an uncanny
feel. The pink coldness
was not mine.

Like you ditch the
timelessness, and live in a
drop of dew to meet the sun.

The flesh. A suicidal
move to move away
from the relationship of night.

Of the tenderness,
benign death of a star.
Dust celebrates the glorious fall.

The grieving will not
stop. A charred book of bliss
terminates the vision.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 31, 2017



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