Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,491 Points (5-6-1935)

Blemishes - Poem by Satish Verma

Without assent
I open your book
to find your crazy god on mat.

Love was a blind bird
in a state of agony.
Learning to fly.

Moon would not reply
through aslant door.
Something was between us.

Here, now a sordid tale
breaks the taboo. They
were investing on skin.

It was a cheap wine
in a golden chalice,
for a lipless mouth.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 30, 2012



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