Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,025 Points (5-6-1935)

The Threshold - Poem by Satish Verma

During the litany of questions,
I will talk to you,
about the innocence
of flowing river.

Here was your faultline.
You had washed your words in
the dirty stream.
Now, you were complaining about the winds.

I will not ask you
to kill the thrill of hurting
the defence. But
were you ready for a recount?

Black, as a burnt-out bread,
the time; will leave the wounds open.
I will write a poem
you will start screaming.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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