Satish Verma Poems

This was the abduction of god.
You were shedding your plumage.
My Ars Poetica is showing the nude moon.
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Though it is always
summer between us, I will mend
the broken heart, under grey clouds.
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A breathless call was
from white sky, who was the first
poet of this wobbly world?
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Halving my agony
was a guffaw. The hero of poetry
becomes a king of mercy.
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This was paradise.
I will meet death in life and you
will find life in death.
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Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.
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Segregation between roses
and jasmines was a mega pain. Bad
bones had left the footprints of blood.
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An unknown soldier stood
in dark to welcome the light. This was
not you, a show of power.
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Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.
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I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.
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