THE SOCRATIC EXISTENCE

Written by satishverma
April 27, 2008

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The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder

gently and said :

“Clouds will talk to you now”

I turned around, looked up at the sky

and drops filled my eyes.

 

Daily I was drinking hemlock

to understand my ignorance of virtue

He is gone, but I want to feel the ascending

paralysis, a tincture that is called poison.

 

For the sake of others, below the faith

lies the pain concealed.

My cup is full. It spills on the soul

and I grieve for the defiled truth.

 

 

SATISH VERMA

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English Poetry
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Comment by rajagopal haran on 27 April, 2008 @ 8:22 am

NEXT TO LOVE PHILOSOPHY TAKES THE DRIVERS’ SEAT IN GETTING GOOD POEMS…nicely written sir

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Comment by renu rakheja on 27 April, 2008 @ 3:25 pm

Reminds me a bit of Keats with hemlock and cup being full…..
As always…your closing line is full of punch :)

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Comment by preeti datar on 28 April, 2008 @ 10:34 am

You are just awesome!!
another brilliant penning! )

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Comment by apoorv on 29 April, 2008 @ 4:53 pm

the others have already said it all…. i’ll just say… amazing work…

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