Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,386 Points (5-6-1935)

Voiceless Calling - Poem by Satish Verma

Fixing the dignity
like a fabulous sarcophagus
you are unsparing in your generosity.

You left one window open
for the saint of wax
to let in the light.

Keeping him alive for –
a fake functionality
to run the community.

There was a long queue
of people to offer the wooden roses
before the wound heals.

Who was eternal in this
vanishing universe? Do-
not stop me of if I start bleeding.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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