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A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

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CONFERRED GUILT

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

CONFERRED GUILT

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare.

The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

CONFERRED GUILT

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

CONFERRED GUILT

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

CONFERRED GUILT

A felled tear reflects the rainbow. 
I wait for the night. 
Moon had promised an audience. 

Yes, I will sit beside the moon, 
will tell the woes of earth, uncomplaining: 
the heat, the dust, the life needles 

and expressionless faces of trembling 
angels. The heroes were disrobing and 
attacking the pyramids of undoing. 

I sweat and reel in chilly mornings. 
A primitive instinct takes over the 
nightmare. The spoons become the swords.

Satish Verma

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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. 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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This article was published on 2010/12/09