Theme: Life

Season's Change

by Satish Verma
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When the debate between
temple versus state was heating up,
death was passing through a green field. 

A nervous embrace
of solatium was unstable.
A heap of flip-flops could not 

Hold steady, little
poems fluttering in the heart.
Was it the will of God? 

The stampede was the anathema
of hunger, the curse of a
whore was working. 

Instead of food and alms,
a mass burial makes
me insane. 

Was it possible that spring
was far behind? When brassica
blooms, will you forget? Is it not true?   
 

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10-Oct-2010

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