Wounded And Alive

Wounded And Alive

A Poem by Satish Verma
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In search of wholeness, the words sit around me

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In search of wholeness, 
the words sit around me 
cutting the edge of the corn ear. 

A new shibboleth, will 
announce the arrival of 
a bloody tribe. 

In this life cycle, I 
will meet you, to kidnap 
a Pir for remaining silent. 

Who was on the road 
to give a sane advice 
to the waning roses? 

It was not poemtime. 
The kids were bleeding 
from the barbs of unknown.

© 2018 Satish Verma


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Added on January 1, 2018
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