Diving Poem by Satish Verma

Diving



Forest was partisan
lilies blushing,
moon was parting the milky way,

on the terrace
the absurd man, and the spaces
missing,
the house locked in,

are left
wrecked manuscripts of attempts
to save the translations
of life’s books

Give me some language
to read again
from the walls

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 30 January 2010

Like putting knowledge in a jailcell.

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