The Fall

You were starving the words 
to commit the waves of hunger. 
What I wanted was a patch of shade 
under an olive grove. 

No intrusion. It was a miscarriage 
of justice. We were searching the - 
missing links between the years 
of misunderstandings. 

We sell our gods and move on 
unquietly to understand the- 
lament of middle of the road, when 
sun was nestling in the clouds. 

It was Fall. Fall of vanity, fall of 
integrity. Fall, fall- 
my pride, my tears. The season 
was changing.

Satish Verma

From: 
Ajmer, Rajasthan, India




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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 04, 2012