Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

GEOGRAPHY


A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.

Why did you enter the bed
of a molten lava?

Wisdom was in silent eyes
not on the lips of a blackened rose.

The water was white and cool
the sun was red and hot.

A mirror will never tell the truth.
Bleached was the face of moon.

One night I will be killed
in the hands of a benevolent foe.

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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  • Brian Jani (7/13/2014 10:26:00 AM)

    wise words in this brilliant poem.what it says is true and easy to understand. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/25/2013 8:02:00 AM)

    Geography of youth recklessness leads to the end concluding lines One night I will be killed
    in the hands of a benevolent foe(Wife or girl friend) than for the poem.. (Report) Reply

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