Satish Verma Poems

Step aside.
Tension of mining gold
barrels through
mating preference.
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When jasmines sway,
a fling of scented air strikes your
face.The hymn to bouquet failed.
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Listen Hamlet, there was
the age gap. I am learning to die
and you will defeat yourself.
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The truth of my blood
at the mensal
without prayer and anguish.
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Coming of age. Sometimes
it disturbs. I will play with fire, in separating
flames. Sun was not cooling.
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Segment by segment
the secret breaks. There was
no song afterwards.
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A butterfly
in a bell jar.
All I know, we understand
each other.
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Hard and brittle,
the cost of sealing the lips
was increasing overnight.
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The lesion was
spreading. From
inside, I hear the wails.
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How age slips away
from your hands?
How deep you will
go in the cavernous
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