Dirty Time

Dirty Time short poem

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Depth of a bruised sea
rising from the surface
overwhelms the dumb shore

shining
for impossible tomorrow
golden sand, the locked door.

History repeats amnesia
for a depressed meniscus
shifts the nameplate.

Here was laid the image of
priestlees god of dusty face
small dreams.

The book remains incomplete
who wrote the contents
for blank pages?

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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 kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
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Rebecca Lyle
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A lovely write, very thought provoking. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing it.

David Bokolo
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I sort of imagining the wave of time shifting through the ordinary layers of my thoughts to get to the depth of the purer golden imagination buried deep in the recluse of the human mind. He kept on writing till he’s filled all the empty blanks pages, and he has not yet even started. Rebecca this sure provoke a chain of thoughts. Thanks for sharing.

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