Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points (5-6-1935)

Never To Sleep - Poem by Satish Verma

Those migratory storks,
will not come
this year.
The lake was burning.

The secret kill
of the wringer
was metastasizing.
Make the tether-

small for the macabre
end. I am not yet
frozen. The stalker

will not leave the
flame. Outside a tribute
was ready for
an uprooted tree.

My shadow moves ahead
to catch a cage bird,
in the parrot green sky.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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