Furious Wounds

A hoot at midnight 
goes challenging the deaf. 
You strip to bones. 

The dawn persists: 
Will the sun on the sea 
kill the dreams? 

Do you see the gap 
between the clouds? 
I am going to make a heap of 
all the interstitial escapes. 

Flesheaters were scrawling on 
the cheeks. A revolution of 
wheels has failed. 

A baby dies in womb 
without A leap into future. 
The father carries the burden 
of chimneys. 

A godless moon laughs 
at the stupid earth, 
which was talking about stars.

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 October 21, 2012