Quotes fail to wake on―
neat thinking. Truth
was going to a trial.
I will speak less
for ultimate, what we are
heading for. I was―
my own god.
At the start of the poem
you will find a swastika.
With curved arms, I was rowing a boat
under the moon.
A nose dive of a
shooting star still haunts me.
Where were you, when the
sky was burning?
A sacred prayer binds us both
waiting for an angel
to tie us apart. We will
watch, but go blind.
The hunger keeps the fire going.
Satish Verma
neat thinking. Truth
was going to a trial.
I will speak less
for ultimate, what we are
heading for. I was―
my own god.
At the start of the poem
you will find a swastika.
With curved arms, I was rowing a boat
under the moon.
A nose dive of a
shooting star still haunts me.
Where were you, when the
sky was burning?
A sacred prayer binds us both
waiting for an angel
to tie us apart. We will
watch, but go blind.
The hunger keeps the fire going.
Satish Verma
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