Satish Verma

Gold Star - 34,930 Points (5-6-1935)

Steaming - Poem by Satish Verma

Surrender your shadow
to light.
Come my trenched thoughts.

An upside down
episode speaks of a missed
path, and of a blue smoke.

Have you entered
the lake to search for a
sunset is rising moon?


The house-trap again
catches you in midstream.
No peace. Eyes refuse to shut.

Bind the stars with a moon.
Let the night be blue-black.
A goddess of arson was coming.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012



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