Half-mooned I have left the envy. 
The basic instinct of lesser love 
for my failing god. 

Come to me, my cloaked enemy, 
a sweet lover of pain 
in the milky hours. 

Mother of seeds was far away 
and you wanted to suck on the 
pollen from the wings of honeybees. 

Soft and cruel, I cannot leave you 
nor I can abandon the post. 
The war cry was coming nearer. 

Was it a virginal drink to – 
placate the lips of a flame? 
Time will never know the ultimate.

Satish Verma

Ajmer, Rajasthan, India

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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 27, 2012