Poetry

Satish Verma


older other poems newer

18 october 2019

Appropriatly Speaking

No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal.
 
The cat was dead.
 
You cannot travel beyond the sound.
Your presence was noted―
in a particle only.
 
In the blurred image of a paper
you may exist, may not.
 
But I am alone. What was life?
An unheard script handed down
by unseen hand?
 
Sugar curtains and salt-water:
you cannot stand the acrimony
of the pair standing nonchalanty.






Report this item

 


Terms of use | Privacy policy

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.


You have to be logged in to use this feature. please register

Ta strona używa plików cookie w celu usprawnienia i ułatwienia dostępu do serwisu oraz prowadzenia danych statystycznych. Dalsze korzystanie z tej witryny oznacza akceptację tego stanu rzeczy.    Polityka Prywatności   
ROZUMIEM
1