Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Of Burning

From here to you
a legacy of dust was deepening.
I was reading a lot
between the dots.
You will get another master
I will get another pain.

In the maze of tunnels
a fear of fall snips.
A window becomes a man
unbuttoning the skin.
A body starts scratching
a secret.

The earthly sense warns
of a whiff of a stranger,
at the door in dark.
Like a ripe tear
I will not betray the eye -
in this grey hour.



Satish Verma

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Sara Lokken January 11, 2010 at 2:33 PM Dear Satish- trust is horrific, because it gives up need. "Like a ripe tear, I will not betray the eye"- speaks of this. Paulo Coelho once said: "We have to let other people love us, to give us the strength to go on. If we accept such love with humility, we learn that love is neither giving or receiving- but participating." I want you to be loved.

Sara Kendrick January 11, 2010 at 5:14 AM Interesting and thought provoking write. Sara