Satish Verma Poet ABC

I Was Always Angry

Whole world hides 
in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness, 
to change my verse. 
The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words 
sitting on the edge, of a meaning
I write a new song.

Discovering your forgotten self,
was a pain,
I always avoided. 
Years touched me softly,
on the temples in vain. 
Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories, 
to know my other self.

Somewhere a god smiles on me. 
God of my mud & water, 
wide open like a father,
who never died. 
The moon slaughters my clouds. 
I was always angry,
with my odd appearance.



SATISH VERMA

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