Poetry

O Hubble
what was the need,
to discover, to go beyond
for it.

It was here
in our hearts,
the dark energy.
When hearing would be lost.

I will go extraplanetory
to find the truth
of star birth.
On earth everyday a star is born.

On hundred light-years
down in a bottomless pit.
The contusion brings out the stale
abuses. No kindness for even gods.


Satish Verma