Praying Hurriedly

You were trampeling on a wasp, 
when sprouts 
were generating Escherichia. 

Dirt. Romping around. How many 
corpses were there? Why can’t you 
tell the exact figure? 

Under the carpet the shoes will 
help. The need to jump from 
the rostrum? Was it not a banal show? 

The giggling girls threw a 
cordon around the sheep. The 
trembling flesh. Somebody walked 

away with the chopped head. 
Weeping. No the severed head 
was laughing. 

It was an open book. 
How to make the beds on street, 
and then lie naked.

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 January 21, 2013