PARTY

by Satish Verma   Jun 22, 2014


In search of peace
he burnt down his books,
living precariously,
as colors were shifting.

After the disengagement
there was anger and chaos.
In the swirl of mudslides
the mountains stood erect & high.

Caste, color and creed
on coffee table,
for a birthday party of democracy.
A drone fell on the crowd.

The maniac depression divides
the butterflies into pathless lies.
The grass was blue
and sky was red.

Satish Verma

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  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I've read and re-read this, and feel there is so much more in it then what I can figure out. This stanza especially stood out for me:

    Caste, color and creed
    on coffee table,
    for a birthday party of democracy.
    A drone fell on the crowd.

    ^^I got an impression of a gathering where color of the skin does not matter nor caste just the atmosphere of good company but within that disharmony was born.

    Interesting write.

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