Who Was Black? Poem by Satish Verma
Who Was Black?
This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.
You knock at the door
with your head. A lamp lights the lamp.
But the walls are still very dark.
Eyes invoke the light.
To read the unwritten saga of a
house burning without the sparks.
Dark is not dark when we find virtuous presence there. Many times 'Dark' is beauty and virtuous! Dark is Nelson Mandela, dark is lord Krishna himself!
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12/17/2025 6:53:16 AM # 1.0.0
I see the beauty in walls....'A lamp lights the lamp but the walls are still very dark'