Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,461 Points (5-6-1935)

Splintering - Poem by Satish Verma

You always repeat the moons
in your eyes.
I will not drop my lids.

I was talking to myself
about the perversity of skimming
the sperm, throwing black rocks
on milk white daisies-
to protest against the fields
not ploughed deeply and scattering
the seeds in wild jungle.

One day panther will die
on his own, head down,
swaying, leaning on one side
and then collapsing.

No pheromones will come out
from the spent body.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013



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