DIALOGUE ON NON-DEATH

by Satish Verma   Feb 18, 2015


Drowning her children
back in her womb,
a big tear rolls down the cheek of earth.
She was sitting on broken bones
to watch the terror,
ear for ear to listen,
eye for eye to see.
Hope was becoming ephemeral.

Nostalgia for breathing in,
the scented grains of death's fruit,
no analogue, no relics of blood
and a ceremony of water, soil and wood.

All gone. It is a battered rubble
back to back, autoclaved, clean.
We walk back, heads bowed, shaven,
absolutely fouled with no immediate answer.

Was there a dialogue on non-death?

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  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    Well, I admit that it's not easy at all interpreting your thoughts, still I admire the creative imagination you have, it's very well employed in your poetry. I wanted to comment on some of your works long time ago actually.

    Although I do believe that poems of nature must be of less complicated theme and metaphors, you did impress me with this controversial piece, it's either a volcano or a tornado, the kind of disaster which could evoke such imagery?!

    ~no analogue, no relics of blood
    and a ceremony of water, soil and wood.
    ^
    my very favorite lines, so resonating.

    My thoughts might be wrong, still you did a very very interesting job, thank you for sharing.

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