* Yes

Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.

The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.

The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;

belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.

The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.

The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.



Satish Verma

•	After leading the massacare of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao Philippines on
23rd Nov 09
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December 14, 2009 at 3:10 PM
As I am sitting here reading your wonderful poetry today, I would like to thank you Satish. First I would like to thank you for writing and sharing your poetry (whether one poem or a thousand) here at PoetrySoup.Second I would like to thank you for all your kind comments to me and to all the other excellent poets also. I wish you all the best in life and in your writing endeavors in 2010. Love and blessings to all, Carol
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