Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,845 Points (5-6-1935)

Suicide Note - Poem by Satish Verma

One day you will arrive.
Night will enter in your pores,
in your bones,
like a baby trapped in a borewell,
crying, striking,

On each table, salt moaned
for a classical taste.
A pink moon was smothered
in a virgin bed.
Death walked in a sensual style.

A black discharge continued
from the areolae.
Botox failed to uplift
the sagging breasts.
A thallium capsule broke on tongue.

There was no suicide note.

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  • (4/5/2008 10:14:00 PM)

    Gosh! That was thoroughly depressing and yet well done. The body fails and the mind too I suppose. Still, the thought of suicide, and no note either is sad. I guess it does happen, although it would be nice to be like Moses who continued to walk with a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eyes even when he became ancient. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008

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