Satish Verma Poet ABC

An Opusculum

No stitches will work.
You have to navigate-
               in mendacities.

You have to navigate-
in mendacities to find
               the truth, the truth.

A papyrus write may 
know the future, the destiny,
               the future, the destiny.

You always run to piss
at the tree, to draw
               the borders. The animal.

The animal within you, becomes 
salmonella, dones a cap,
                enters the dome.

Enters the dome.


Satish Verma

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Earl Schumacker August 20, 2014 at 9:41 AM Good morning Satish. Very compact, powerful, interesting read. I learned 2 new words today; "opusculum" and "mendacities", (with the help of the dictionary) Great poem. Keep up the good work. Earl