Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,766 Points (5-6-1935)

Thinking Off ••• - Poem by Satish Verma

I walk through the slush
of moral grief.
Here lies my mortal poem.

A prodigal menace.
You will not breathe in, the
golden grass, once more.
Lingering beside the past, the
savage today. I pick up
the silence of the tomb.

Lateral conjugation. You
come from the otherside to
breach the wall, bear the
pluralism―

and become none. The under-
belly, the yellow blood?
Will you hold my hand
to cross the meaning?

Topic(s) of this poem: poem


Comments about Thinking Off ••• by Satish Verma

  • Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 12:04:00 PM)


    Very deep and beautifully worded. Thank you, Satish for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/1/2015 9:15:00 AM)


    A great message in the poem and likes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015



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