Satish Verma Poet ABC

No Rescue

Civil war :
Again you are visiting 
the childhood.A green pond.

Smoke filled eyes ask, what 
was a home ?

A black city of white hills.
You were climbing on dreams 
to reach a baby moon.

And the night 
was very long, like a bad name
you cannot spell.

The anthills, fireflies and
snakes. You are still lost
in cobwebbed age.

Pawned :
After books there were no other
tales. 


Satish Verma

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 12, 2012 at 11:54 AM I have enjoyed reading your excellent poetry today Satish. I look forward to reading more of it as time permits. Love, Carol

Rachel St.Cross July 11, 2012 at 10:44 PM ‡ Brain Washed Subjugated Manipulated Attacked Upon All Sides From All Realms, Beautiful Sweet Satish * Divide & Conquer Cast The Dye, Throw In Some Flesh & Enjoy The Ride But, Who's Fooling Who ? * Did I Ever Tell Your Treasures This, How Very, Very Beautiful You Are * My Luv to You, Rachel ‡

Richard Palmer July 11, 2012 at 9:23 PM nice write Satish