Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Asia At the Edge

I wished
a solitary temptation,
to write off karma
and become responsible for the spattered blood.
You were generating hatred, Asia,
in the land of Buddha.
I can hear the glaciers receding.

Answerable to belonging,
the change of generations,
makes me free to become deaf and dumb.
Only I wanted to see, and see through
burning walls,
the hands, who lighted the torch
to burn the transparent shame.

Rejecting the original script
of fighting a god, in the midst of
non-truths, how far the time will decide
the destiny of man ? I break off
from the cliches, wait for the leaves to fall
and its drifting darkness on the open land
of wounded whispers.


SATISH VERMA

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Fabiyas M V November 18, 2010 at 5:41 PM Sathish,I enjoyed your profound thoughts this morning.Nice write.

Carolyn Devonshire November 18, 2010 at 5:04 AM The way you pray to "write off karma" because of hate in the "land of Buddha" creates a very sad irony, Satish. The sense of shame is anything but transparent in this poem. And be assured that you are not alone in these feelings. There are times when many of us bemoan the tragedies that fill our world. But you put a new perspective for us to consider. A very powerful, incredibly well-written poem. Love, Carolyn