In the valley of blasts 
a row of jacarandas 
tall, sweet smelling, 

shed blue petals endlessly. 
A colossus spread 
on wounds of earth. 

A small girl with pellets 
in her belly 
was searching her wounded mother. 

Essense of sorrow 
helps to find myself, 
in defense of freedom. 

In the city of death 
an unbeliever like me 
wants to find peace with God.

Satish Verma


  • diamonddagger

    So beautifully sad. I read it three times, I enjoyed it so much. Great poetry!!!!!

  • baj-a

    this one just hit me in the gut with the powerful images...especially

    A small girl with pellets
    in her belly
    was searching her wounded mother.

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