Biography

Biography

A Poem by Satish Verma
"

A name without a face. I am an ancestor

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A name without 
a face. I am an ancestor 
unknown. 

A shortened height, 
difficult to exult 
in honors bestowed. 

The light hurts, in 
earthen cave. You write 
on wall of conscience. 

The mud clings. 
Stink covers you, like 
serpentine arm. 

The arbor has many 
colors. I will choose 
none in dark.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on November 29, 2016
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