Satish Verma

Gold Star - 41,845 Points (5-6-1935)

Wrapped In Stigma - Poem by Satish Verma

The heritage
went for a sale. A tree
stands denuded, after
a nudie.

An orange land hides
the broken remains of terra
cota. I wanted an earthen
inkpot and a reed pen.

There was a wounded word
on the tongue. A
dragonfly leaves the voracious
appetite and skims on milk.

Pulsating cleavage
gets a prize. The salt lakes
are full. A caged bird
will not sing.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

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