In a Sombre Mood

Are you sure after the sunset 
the hunger will find the mouths 
in black alley? 

I go to my ailing land. 
Stand on a mass grave. 
No faces, No names. 

Brother, I am not bickering 
I am listing on my fingers. 

Was it possible that we could 
count the virgins in the town? 

Mudslinging starts. Who was not 
corrupt? The prevailing conjugation. 
How you will tell your kid who 
was your mother? 

I become restless, tossing around. 
A single word shimmers like a 
blood soaked jewel. I pick it up. 
A baby poem is born.

Satish Verma

From: 
Ajmer, Rajasthan, India.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Pitted against the forces bigger than him Satish Verma has been fighting with life on his own terms. In this savage, violent and raging times, he has authored several collections of poetry in English and Hindi, in concrete and precise verses, analyzing the complex nature of man, history and ancient heritage of Homo sapiens. And standing at crossroads he is asking where do we go from here. His poetry communicates a beautiful, mystical mind exploring the images of nature, trying to find the meaning of the life and death, the ecstasy of talking to moon, flowers and wind in the kingdom of god. He wants to know cannot we live in peace?, Satish Verma addresses the most complex questions of philosophy, religion and political culture in a very subtle but virtual shocking manner. As aptly said by Lao Tzu, The one who speaks does not know, The one who knows does not speak, 5-Aii, Mayor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer-305007 INDIA


Last updated December 24, 2012