Satish Verma Poet ABC

A Very Hurt Poem

Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.

A white splendor
drips,
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.

Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.

Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt
poem.


SATISH VERMA

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K K Iloduba Jnr December 15, 2008 at 5:53 PM u write deep impressions. ur words are full of images.eyes like beanna` s are noticing you too.how do u draw inspirations? i ve written so much about roses,yet it never occured to me that they could be bloodied and wounded.i love the blood of your pen. cheers! kk

Breana Wiggins December 14, 2008 at 8:14 PM Deep write... *Breana