Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,115 Points (5-6-1935)

Millstone - Poem by Satish Verma

They were decapitated
in winter.
To send forth again, fresh,
the green twigs of summer.
Trees of roadside.

My friends, I used to talk
to them in my morning walk.

Once I sat under
a wishing tree for a divine feel.
There were lots of colored threads
tied round the massive trunk.
I wanted to arrive in the neighbourhood
of absurd escapes of a
fake religion.

My footfalls on stairs were becoming
louder, lugging the wasted life.
It was time now.
To understand the deep shadows
of unanswered questions.

Comments about Millstone by Satish Verma

  • Gold Star - 7,730 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (4/16/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    as long as we do not help ourselves, God may not fulfill our desires I may not agree with one of the lines in this poem! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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