by Satish Verma
Belly crawl after a dance.
Carnivores were ready
to jump on flesh.
That underground beauty
still believes in
battle of flowers -
skirting the hills. I am
at loss of words,
to describe the burial -
of a strongman. Misreading
a child god, he still
posits a human clause.
Darkness challenges the rival.
Death for a believer
of a spiteful cult.
Into the hole, a snake hides.
It is miracle, that
you are still reciting.
Satish Verma
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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