WARMING UP

You could feel it. 
The fear in that pristine howl 
writhing in throat. Something was 
wrong with the sunflowers. A genital 
cutting had brought the snowdusting 
on mutilated emotions. 

A premonition warns. We are shining 
on wrong side, under dictates of religion. 
The cult will take care of mouth. You 
will celebrate the breaking up of man. 
The bone between the lips. 

I am collecting the dirty threads of 
loyalty to stitch the amnesia. They were ready to 
applause the demise of moon. No more 
sheen on the trees, lake and hills. 
I am hauling up the skeletion of the republic.

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 September 10, 2012