A Living Soul Poem by Satish Verma

A Living Soul

Rating: 5.0


Anxiety was touching the mime
I cannot hold a reality.
We were playing with each other.

The creation and hunger of living
takes you to unknown fields
I am, what I am not.

Always bluffing, puffing on the road,
counting the milestones
in reverse osmosis,
feeling proud of mighty mistakes,
talking to faltered ego,
going against the sun.

My climate merges with hot desert
A story reappears again and again
like a dried skeleton in sands.

How long I will run
chased by planetary fears?
Barbs pierce the tender zones
I see my own demise,
body floating like a flower on lake.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 01 September 2012

wonderful 10+++

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 22 March 2010

deep and intense. enjoyed it. thank you.

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Ankita Sharma 21 March 2010

now this is the type of stuff that can be called poetry! Sort of classy

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 23 September 2008

A deep expression; i liked

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Chitra - 23 July 2008

wonderful work lucid flow

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