Satish Verma

Gold Star - 38,289 Points (5-6-1935)

Take Up Your Book - Poem by Satish Verma

After the apocalypse,
the fiefdoms were growing―
buttercups― with golden flowers,
cupshaped.

Anemones and hellebores/
aconites and clematises/
famed for making lethal―
poisonous seeds.

So much went through us.

A billion years after― there will be
no life/ on earth. But we
have become lifeless now―
the poems incomplete.

It was getting smaller―
and smaller― the tall man.

Topic(s) of this poem: poem


Comments about Take Up Your Book by Satish Verma

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015



[Report Error]