Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,296 Points (5-6-1935)

The Buddha Was Going To Weep - Poem by Satish Verma

For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin
for a cultural shock.

Prayer wheels were whirring
furtively.
The Buddha was going to weep.

Imperial march of hundred
thousand boots in fever
wakens the darkness under the milk.

Famished ghost of a town
can foresee the rumbling of
a dark moon behind the trees.

Bullet for bullet
in inner empire.
Gold lips cry at every reason.

Burnt-out shrine will tell a tale.
They were diluting silence of walls,
blood stained by the crash of towers.


Comments about The Buddha Was Going To Weep by Satish Verma

  • (4/1/2008 12:31:00 AM)


    a poetry tell us a didactic story
    ..... Burnt-out shrine will tell a tale.
    ......They were diluting silence of walls,
    .....blood stained by the crash of towers.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008



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