Rape Of Fragrance

by Satish Verma   Jun 15, 2016


I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question.
Let myriad questions remain in air.
Thirst is larger than the river.

Silence! Ghosts are walking.
You can hear footfalls of time,
past is peeping from the windows.

Dyslexic kids are not able to decipher,
the code of gifts, the sweet tongue.
Powerless hands are tied behind the back
and neck is broken with precision.

The rape of fragrance,
petals are curling up to storm,
flying homeless in sky without speech,
ceaselessly searching instead-ness.

Half-burnt bodies for feast, roasted dreams
for taste.
But for fire, a single tear drop
frozen on the cheeks of mercy.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comments

    This last couple of weeks I have mellowed with my judging, I will accept artistic licence as I did last week, this pick again has a made up word, albeit hyphenated. Yet weighing this against all nominated poems this week, this still tops the list for me. It is not a great week for nominated poems. If you take away those that were there from the week before it is fairly bare. There are a few that I am surprised were nominated, but this is what makes this poetry site what it is. We all have our own tastes and preferences.
    I loved the darkness of this write and the imagery. I loved the line
    'Thirst is larger than the river'
    That last line rings in my ears also. Overall a very well written piece that I enjoyed. 10 points

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    I'm blown away!

  • 8 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Wow.. perfection. Nothing else i can say..

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Wow, wow, wow! That's all I can say.

    Beautiful imagery. Nominated.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    No comment.

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