Counting The Steps

Counting The Steps

A Poem by Satish Verma
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When saline drowns the lips, my words tremble.

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When saline drowns the lips, 
my words tremble. 

Almost I stumble upon 
the fish house spilling the vertebrates. 

I had given them, the name 
to the swirling limbless thoughts. 

One by one they come on the edge 
and blow the ashes, towards me. 

You always dream of a procession 
of dead bodies under the window. 

In the little study, you are 
afraid of leaning walls. 

And you say you were responsible 
and to be held accountable.

© 2017 Satish Verma


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This is a mysterious offering full of death images. The last two lines are particularly enigmatic, as though the speaker was dealing with some deeply held guilt. It is almost as if t he/ she was in the midst of a dream. Beyond this I can tell nothing.

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Added on November 19, 2017
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