Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,866 Points (5-6-1935)

Thinning - Poem by Satish Verma

Undating the memories
in final push to cauldron, I said:
let the words burn to ashes,

in terminal journey,
of eternal flight.
You turn a blind eye to sun’s venom.

Moon, the blue baby in a casket
rubbing the white clouds
for a trek to intoxication.

I ignore the opium field,
to collect the bullets
and bones of infants.

Seeking peace in a simple
shade of hymn.
Perhaps stars are listening.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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