Satish Verma

Gold Star - 53,721 Points (5-6-1935)

Suicides - Poem by Satish Verma

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.

The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds

They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.

A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame?

Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.

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  • Lantz Pierre (2/1/2017 3:47:00 AM)

    There is no mid-ground between the contrails of the commercial jetliner and the fertile earth below. Along the furrows I walk watering what will not grow. When winter comes I will pull the blanket of purest white up over my head with hesitation. In the darkness I will dream of you. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/25/2007 12:45:00 AM)

    Sad and moving. I have heard it said that to be a great poet, one must know great pain. I feel sad because you are truly a great poet.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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