by Satish Verma
In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene
brings the pink tears
for the brown eyes.
A virgin goes for a spade
in the naked sun.
Let me think of polymorphism.
Can there be an answer-
for oblique questions?
Can this tottering frame live?
Life can still stalk the death
and stand for the body in the sack?
Fielding the enquiry about race -
gap, you said the walls
are crumbling. I read the message
half-believing.
As a whole, the glory lives.
Is that true?
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The gentle rain falls on
the emaciated Buddha.
Stand out from the controversy.
A foam-born goddess will
counterpoise the questions.
The grievers are sitting
in a circle for the dying moon.
The charred breast of earth
sends the flames.
Who has closed the window
of morning glory? My blackened
words are traveling fast
to reach the stars. I am
held in a shadow.
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 December 24, 2012