Satish Verma Poems

It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot.
How do I come to you to express
my grief of the country
...

You loosen the grip
and let go the bank.
After throwing itself on the
burning pyre, the phoenix
...

In searing heat, on
the fern path―
a thoughtless journey begins.
...

The moment of truth has―
arrived. The earth
has moved the man. It was
accidental verdict. You know,
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This spectrum.
No it will not work.
I am not there in the
shade, smoke filled barn, or―
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It was punctuated night.
You sleep into wakefulness.

The space between the shut-eyes
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The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be
forgotten in gender dysphoria.
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Your interpretation
was a miracle of
unbelieving. I was not
a flesh eater.
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Wearing the red bandanna,
you tried to manipulate the bedrock.
Life had been never the same for me.
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The heartwood had the ingrained
dream map, to reach the
divine shape of a solemn god, who
was guiding the sap.
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