Listening

They walk in dreams
nightmarishly
spirits of nameless faces
staring without eyes.

The screams:
of a child
on whom you poured boiling water.

The screams:
of a girl made to wear only flesh, because
she ran away with a priest.

The screams:
of a wipped woman
who tasted the laughing moonlight.

Death makes a big hole
in a spooky silence!
Are you listening?

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (2 votes, average: 3.50 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

Listening To Forgive

Listening To Forgive short poem

A distended deceipt takes over, when you, you become the fear – under a distorted moon, tangled, unscripted. The damp nails scratching, on the skin of light after hurricane. Ruins stand on broken skulls praising the icy death bringing the

Listening To The Sea – I

Listening To The Sea   I prose poem

Every day every moment I come to the shore longing for you and I go back disappointed without seeing you I’m glad you asked me to talk to you My waves speaks of the limitless desires I hold Only a

Listening To The Sea – II

Listening To The Sea   II prose poem

I ride on the same tides which you reckon on My fears are fierce yearning to touch the shore I reflect the sun and moon and many a being I’m clear and calm deep within my recesses Can’t you hear

Listening To The Sea – III

Listening To The Sea   III short poem

Wandering all along the Shore Sharing the shore with many Hiding amongst the crabs The shells playing hide and seek My sore foot is caressed by the sand Leaving an Imprint for a Moment The tides take them away Step

Listening To The Sea – V

Listening To The Sea   V short poem

Am I the water or the Mud? How can your dusty eyes see me? Can you not wipe away the tears of longing? Free me from the memory of you Let the winds whisper your name I will still sail