Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Jilted

A fugitive slice of moon
was preparing to leave.
From nothingness, tiny thoughts
flew out like moths.
I was watching the fall of night.

The wisdom kills nowadays.
Everyday a scandal breaks out.
A child cries endlessly. I might say
for a logic. Her mother had hanged
herself from a ceiling fan.

A celebrity enters the fluid world of pain
talks to the visionary goddess. Impatience
was coming to be. Grabs the wounds,
does not talk, prepares for the funeral
of human spirit and walks away with hawthorn.


SATISH VERMA

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John Rhinem September 3, 2010 at 2:41 AM Smile ~ "You" never seem to let myself down amid "Your Poes" for, no matter what the subject or topic of they, they are "Always" written amid the expressions of "A Souls Profound; Simply, 'BEAUTIFUL!!!'" ~ "My Love & Warmth to 'You Always,' & All You Love, 'Forever,'" John! ~ Smile, "Have A Most Beautiful & Blessed of Day, 'Beautiful Satish,' Amid 'The Arms of Such Love' That, Shall 'Never' Let 'You' Go;" Bye Beautiful Satish!:) ~

John Rhinem September 3, 2010 at 2:33 AM Smile ~ Actually, "Beautiful Satish Verma," I find myself thinking of "Your Magnificent Brightness" often and, its just a matter of a bit of time before, I find myself sitting daily aside "Your Verse" and, being blessed by "Your Brilliant Bright!!!" ~ As a matter of fact, "Lovely Satish," I have spent moments here and there amid "Your Souls Reflective Words" a few times as of late and ~ ....Cont:)

John Rhinem September 3, 2010 at 2:26 AM Smile ~ "There 'You Are,' The Amazing, Talented & 'Beautiful, Satish Verma!!!'" ~ You know I have been sooo very much, wanting to catch up to "Your Splendors" but, I have been soo busy etc., and have for the most part been unable to as of yet but, believe me dear, "You," are upon my things to do list; high upon its sheet ~ ....Cont:)