Ziplocked Poem by Satish Verma

Ziplocked



Fear grips a family of words.
You are going to where you do not want
to go.
I remain worried about the unknown.

The inevitable was flowering
on dead palms.
Would you exhume the past to find out,
what the divinity has buried
along the panicles of croci?

I do not understand this war
between glaciers and guns.
Can we drink together the elixir
of death dripping from the snow peaks?
Sun was screaming from the unblooming trees.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Baru Gobira 18 August 2010

While I didn't fully get it there is something compelling in this write. Regards Baru Gobira

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