Not On Crutches

Not On Crutches

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Not impassible. Buried in snow, I

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Not impassible. 
Buried in snow, I 
will bring back my moon. 

There was no divination. 
I still stand on my legs. 

I will not talk about shadows 
or any haloes. An urge to find 
unknown. Touching the feet? 
No I don't submit to body. 

No rewards. No citation. 
I will walk alone in the jungle 
of prying eyes, in my 
visible bones. 

The flame-test. The truthless 
blames, and a naked god. 
I have come faraway from my childhood.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Self respect is the most wealthy wealth than any huge treasure I guess...at least none other can put their rights on yours!
Great read😊


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