In A Sombre Mood by Satish Verma SignUp
Boloji.com
Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Life Share This Page
In A Sombre Mood
by Satish Verma
Bookmark and Share
  Are you sure after the sunset 
the hunger will find the mouths 
in black alley? 

I go to my ailing land. 
Stand on a mass grave. 
No faces, No names. 

Brother, I am not bickering 
I am listing on my fingers. 

Was it possible that we could 
count the virgins in the town? 

Mudslinging starts. Who was not 
corrupt? The prevailing conjugation. 
How you will tell your kid who 
was your mother? 

I become restless, tossing around. 
A single word shimmers like a 
blood-soaked jewel. I pick it up. 
A baby poem is born.
Share This:
February 27, 2013
More By: Satish Verma
Views: 654      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2021 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.