Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,139 Points (5-6-1935)

Curvature - Poem by Satish Verma

The visible was most

Watching the moon
through veil.

A bomb explodes
in your hands.
The poem wavers-

and then falls on dew.

This was not bone-green;
not a fake cloud –

to kiss the feet
of a burning god.

It was natural conjugation
between enemies.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 11, 2011

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