Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,576 Points (5-6-1935)

Teasing - Poem by Satish Verma

Tonight
when I come back
clad in wounded memories,
one seed deep
the pod would lie in the forest of hands,
I will wake you up in between
the kisses of moon.

The hawthorn lamps –
let me light the last unlit
of empty night, for a farewell
to a black rose, who had collected
the unpraised thorns.

The fugitive wind shuts the smart tears.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010



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