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A midnight craft 
dumps the moon 
on a heap of deceits. 
I ask my sap to turn back for truism. 

It was a question of spacing 
between the bodies 
in scapegoats; 
coming for slaughter. 

A scale measures the depth 
of defeats. The hands 
were busy in mending the 
walls of psychiatric ward. 

Have you ever tasted a white 
poison, sweet in taste? 
When you grow old, you will 
look like your father. 

The name which was absent 
in calendar, was found everywhere.

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 August 28, 2012