Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,892 Points (5-6-1935)

What Hospice - Poem by Satish Verma

Becoming unsteady
at points of darkness.

Tinged with blue
I am ready for the unspoken departure.

How to reach out―
for a situation, which was not?

You sleep on the floor
to hear the earth’s agony.

A helix― surrounds the
imperfect creation of unsavory thoughts.

Abusive was the creator,
The evil had a beauty in destruction.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015



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