Earthly Wounds

Satish Verma

Anatomy of fear, 
is revealed before me. 
Like a red flower opens. 
A shadowless figure, deathly-white 
holds my hand. 


You watch the wounded earth 
athirst, fumbling to catch the 
greens. Vomited blood when her womb 
was upturned to release the metal. 

Civet will leave the trail on convicted 
grass. The iron grip of greedy 
windows. The red ant hills were 
spewing white eggs. Now rains 
were coming. 

Unkempt my house waits for 
the ending of truth. What I mean 
you will not know. The law always finds 
a black veil to cover the face.

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