Magestic Innocence

Magestic Innocence short poem

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How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind
was punished, for melting down.
Livid with revenge sun bleaches
the man-made God, a personal anger.
Executioner was on the street
lighting bonfires of your principles.

A silent hope revolts, like green fire,
evergreen, possessing the pride spurts
of hot flames, as the age grows,
the grieving will stop, and when the borders sleep,
it will rise on the horizon, a new moon on
a majestic innocence
of pure hills in sky!

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Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. This is magic, profoundly soulful. In a lone, long journey Satish Verma is still discovering himself. Beaten, betrayed, felled, he comes back with fierce velocity. His childhood was traumatized by India’s partition. Terror, violence and death were witnessed which built the morals of poet. Becoming defiantly recluse Satish Verma pursued his value based life on the path of truth. Teaching Botany for 35 years he was writing poetry, privately and solemnly and published twelve collections. Worked silently with social causes. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
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Savi Mani

Dear Satish, read and re-read your poem and must say i loved each bit of it, so true how long the goodness would survive but yes another fact is that the goodness in a man never dies too, towards the end of your lovely poem you only said
it will rise on the horizon, a new moon on
a majestic innocence
of pure hills in sky!
a new moon will indeed rise …….as long as goodness prevails……one has to stick to one’s principles against all odds..liked your poem and today i read (sorry for not reading earlier) your profile too and felt the fierceness of your thoughts……..awesome

Shamala Chandran

How long will goodness survive? a very intruding question with, no answers… Well written poem…


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