Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

A Greek Tragedy

Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.

A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.

A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.

Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow, 
the helpless victim lies  in wait, to be dispatched.



SATISH VERMA

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Vince Suzadail Jr. February 20, 2009 at 8:14 AM It seems that as material values increase, the values that are truly important decrease. I would rather be penniless with a sense of community and good neighbors than live in a castle without feelings. Mankind has taken the wrong roads for too long. God Bless. Vince