I met a talking moon 
on the road of death. 
What easily comes, goes easily with winds. 
I was counting the ribs of 
my dying child. He went into the 
woods to fight the unknown wars 
of hunger. 

Bunker: it went into flames 
sailing into brilliance of space. 
I am going to inherit the black grains 
of molten day. How I will confront 
the night tainted with bonfires 
of sunken eyes? 

God particles in tiny fists spreading 
the spun cotton, intitating a 
revolution of thoughts. A bumpy 
argument. The icon denies the guilt 
of mass killing. I want 
to remain unsung.

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 November 29, 2012