Satish Verma

Gold Star - 39,845 Points (5-6-1935)

Ubiquitous Being - Poem by Satish Verma

I look at a slice of sky and weather
from the window of my sick room
tethered to the bed by depression.

Time has come. Somebody will lay me open.
Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind
where tears have drenched the folds?
Everyday I burned my fingers in a
blast solely to test the truth, and for
reading the verse, rubbed my eyes with a
dream.

An imperfect wave struck at the legs,
wavered me for a minute and then washed away.
Sitting within tragedy rise a song, I
understand its fugitive moans, watch
the face, I am not a martyr but
an ubiquitous being.

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  • (6/16/2008 10:02:00 PM)


    Beautifully woven, and not a word wasted. Gorgeous,

    X's and O's
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 16, 2008



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