Deeply Scarred


There was no sky over your
head. You sidestep the lake
and drown in a stream.

After carpet bombing of
scars, you missed the moon
and skimmed by
virtue of birth.

Lifting the stony vices
for thanksgiving. A puppet─
dies on a string. Nobody
claims the body.

Mistrust runs deep. You
will not ride the tiger─
again. The urn contains the
ashes of blue eyes.

Satish Verma

Pitted against forces bigger than him, Satish has been fighting with life on his own terms. During his time, he has authored several collections of poetry in English and Hindi.

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