Satish Verma

Gold Star - 37,384 Points (5-6-1935)

Watching Our Warts - Poem by Satish Verma

Sloping down in gold pursuit
of a bruised city,
sons of nameless fathers
were changing the generic mandate.

I am becoming fluvial
going on a muted odyssey
to find unmarked graves.

Slaughtering
your own lines, in praise of end-
which came very soon;
before the windows altered the moon.

Genes spilled on the road
recalling the wounded
son whose lexicon took him
to war with the meanings.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 18, 2012


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