Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Religion

Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.

You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.

The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.

A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.


SATISH VERMA

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Sara Lokken January 14, 2010 at 2:25 PM There are many evils in the name of religion..."religion" is actually just a human's way of getting to God- but God wants a relationship, not religion....there is only one way- one PERSON. Think of Him as a person- not a set of rules. Very respectfully....

Sara Kendrick January 14, 2010 at 4:49 AM Interesting write not exactly sure what is meant here. The third stanza seems to say that possibly someone stole someone's written material or is it something else that the priest stole??? Sara