Anger Within Poem by Satish Verma

Anger Within



A gem cutter
takes a pause
and finds the hate of a locked house.

The words scream
and hurl a propensity for violence
becoming an aphorism.

A pithy precipitation
was delayed. The seeds in desert
will not be able to catch the light.

I am still lonely
making peace with rain of arrows
coming from nowhere.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 15 July 2012

I am still lonely making peace with rain of arrows coming from nowhere. Satish Verma, It seems to be not so energetic, but I think that solitary mind seeks for the challenges! Good! Be sportive as usual, Sir.

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