Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,821 Points (5-6-1935)

Unheavenly - Poem by Satish Verma

A boulder on my neck.
I am climbing your
house, O god.

I don’t believe you.
I trust the man,
a committed trespasser.

A crestfallen humanity
walking endlessly in―
the valley of tears,

to find the clean water,
the bread and roof. The
anguish breaks the morals.

And our painted deities,
resting on their thrones to
see the vultures descending.

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  • Miraj Raha (9/17/2015 9:35:00 AM)

    Brilliant capture, I hope humanity answers those unheavenly deities in steadfast determination.loved the image of vultures, made the scene all the more gruesome. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (9/17/2015 8:47:00 AM)

    trust a man, fine message sir, namaskar.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 17, 2015

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