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System, System, System, System

By: Satish Verma | Feb 26, 2010 | 297 words | 237 views
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It was a fractured miscarriage. 
The system groaned like a huge cow. 
We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats. 
I belong to no glamour, 
my faults burn like classics. 
Total freedom will come 
when I am through. 

The dates creep under the skin, I faint, 
The tiny minims shine on my lips. 
The symbols crash. 
Me and my shadow bubbling with 
the smell of poems, 
I come back to arguments. 
To justify the Armageddon 
of first & last love. 

How could it happen? 
The fear has death, as a lover. 
I sleep with it every night. 
The demolition of memory, it sweats like a black cloud. 
There is no religion in desires, 
choiceless destruction of each dawn.

Satish Verma

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SYSTEM

It was a fractured miscarriage. 
The system groaned like a huge cow. 
We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats. 
I belong to no glamour, 
my faults burn like classics. 
Total freedom will come 
when I am through. 

The dates creep under the skin, I faint, 
The tiny minims shine on my lips. 
The symbols crash. 
Me and my shadow bubbling with 
the smell of poems, 
I come back to arguments. 
To justify the Armageddon 
of first & last love. 

How could it happen? 
The fear has death, as a lover. 
I sleep with it every night. 
The demolition of memory, it sweats like a black cloud. 
There is no religion in desires, 
choiceless destruction of each dawn.

Satish Verma

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SYSTEM

It was a fractured miscarriage. 
The system groaned like a huge cow. 
We milked her till human thirst chopped the teats. 
I belong to no glamour, 
my faults burn like classics. 
Total freedom will come 
when I am through. 

The dates creep under the skin, I faint, 
The tiny minims shine on my lips. 
The symbols crash. 
Me and my shadow bubbling with 
the smell of poems, 
I come back to arguments. 
To justify the Armageddon 
of first & last love. 

How could it happen? 
The fear has death, as a lover. 
I sleep with it every night. 
The demolition of memory, it sweats like a black cloud. 
There is no religion in desires, 
choiceless destruction of each dawn.

Satish Verma

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Author Description :

Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts.  His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468

System, System, System, System

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