GOLDEN LEAP

at cremation ground
the flames were creating
strange words

he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears

there was no need to question the answers,
kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge
over the river of annihilation

of self, making a gift of forked tongue
of cobra, spiteful, as an old virgin

it was over without thinking, scribbling
on the margin, his name in different inks
a young smell floats an funny rocks of

events and the fish swims in eyes of dead
foetus in womb, with unclenched fists

Satish Verma




Poetry by Satish Verma
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Written on 2010-05-20 at 05:21

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful, in particular the imagery and then the impressions left from the first two-lined stanza. Thanks again.
2010-05-20