Satish Verma

Gold Star - 52,547 Points (5-6-1935)

Untitled - Poem by Satish Verma

The triangle―
right-angled. Pythagorean
I would never find the center.

An absence gnaws
at me. Standing in dark
I start a talkathon with walls.

Stoically, I reverse
the numbers. Fires start.
I am still reading the page,
started before I met you.

The poise, the serenity
are gone. Masks are coming off
there and now I embrace the burning well.

Bliss of looking back
at unreached peaks of pain.
It is very cold.
Now ice will not melt.
You know who bled my poems.

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  • (9/14/2016 11:40:00 PM)

    Bliss of looking back
    at unreached peaks of pain.
    Great imagery. Thanks for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2016



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