I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter

When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.

Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.

And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.

But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.

Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Satish Verma

Satish Verma

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
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 kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Closing Doors

Closing Doors short poem

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

Weeping Cloud.

Weeping Cloud. short poem

Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now short poem

It is so different now. Not at all what it used to be. By just opening the eyes, Could wriggle off the demons From eating me alive. Yes, that was all it required, then To feel safe again, by just

Chapter Of Love

Chapter Of Love short poem

I wrote a love story… a boy met a girl they fell in love, they romanced through the next few chapters under the moonlit night sky, in the back seat of the Fiat, by the five gardens of love, on

Matthew Chapter 15

Matthew Chapter 15 short poem

Open chapter fifteen In the book on the pew between the soiled pages is a letter from Matthew Read it till next Sunday Read it till the end And when the end is near I’ll pray for you my friend