Under My Poems

In an intrinsic space,
the striker comes fast. An intrigue chapter
begins. Moon was taking a bath in the lake.

I survived the big bleed.
My taste wants blood berries and bruised
hearts to write a poem to become a prayer.

The flames cover the
madness. The horror speaks. Everything
was not written in the book.

As usual this is another hard nut to crack from Sri Satish Varma. I think this is about loving and losing the loved one. A part of his feeling then becomes the source of writing poetry. The title is significant.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003

The flames cover the
madness. The horror speaks. Everything
was not written in the book.

Touching words indeed! A strong feeling and good expression, Satish jee!

Padma, Hyderabad, Oct 21, 2022