<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it sacrilege to reenter the bones of knuckles<br>thinking of your primrose, a backlash of twigs<br>in garden of homeless birds, a high-profile<br>sweep starting a mad rush of blue winds<br>in the confused landscape of life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my hills are strewn with bones of eaten, half-cooked<br>lines of defence, the diplomacy not working to mimic<br>peace; dead words grip my truths; must you<br>kill the surgeon who has severed the wrist<br>of a thief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am falling unbidden on Pole Star, the terror<br>on the wings of flying swans, a child sits<br>on a chair with enormous head shaking involuntarily<br>and the cyclone breaking on the dumb noddings<br>of failing light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515759" data-title="Words de Satish Verma" data-description="Was it sacrilege to reenter the bones of knuckles thinking of your primrose, a backlash of twigs in garden of homeless birds, a high-profile sweep starting a mad rush of blue winds in the confused landscape of life? my hills are strewn with bone..."></div> </div> </div>

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