FOOD WAS LEFT ON THE PLATE

by Satish Verma   Mar 29, 2015


For you
I am walking on rocks
holding unburnt match sticks,
you want me to throw them
behind me.

To step down in lake
for washing sins
from the snuffed out
skylights.
Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

Remained pygmies
till end,
in frail human relationships.
All that we saw, was only for ourselves
in questions and replies.

Wasting shine of titles,
followed by empty looks.
Nothing remained to be said.
Food was left on the plate
untouched.

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  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    I have been reading your poem for at least three times so far. I'm amazed at your ability to use nature as a main character for presenting your different thoughts, that's something really distinguished your poetry very much on this site.

    The depth of the poem made me ponder over the concept of change, just to satisfy the other partner.
    Everything is meaningfully beautiful in this writing and your closure is more than successful. I just wish you didn't write your title in upper-case letters, as far as I know it's against the rules.

    Fantastic, thank you for sharing.

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