Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,424 Points (5-6-1935)

Under The Mist - Poem by Satish Verma

Aggressive posture of silence
sweeps the mind.
I preempt the drowning of septum
in calving ice.
The ostium ultimately opens
to spill over the therapy.

You go into the cave-
to pull out the new born thought.
The day runs again for bread-
and butter. There are
no holds barred. It
was an intact valve.

But the heart blew away
the soft feathers.
I cannot fly now.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012


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