When The Flesh Ripens 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
When The Flesh Ripens
by Satish Verma
Bookmark and Share
  Mission aborted. 
Imprisoned, 
I do not touch anything 
I do not mention your name. 
The chance was to quit the microcosm 
of your powered bones. 
Wanting the street to run 
to end the standing against screams. 

It jumps like a toad, 
the truth. I catch it. 
Wets my hand. The failure of the gossip 
to turn me on. I was not willing 
to become a scapegoat. In dialogues 
must we play the words 
without sleep? The moon stalks, 
me on my way to nowhere.
Share This:
April 16, 2013
More By: Satish Verma
Views: 771      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 (will not be published)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
.