Satish Verma Poems

You will remember―
what I would not― the
inner darkness of noon.
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The ostrich problem
of catalepsy.
You go into a cocooned
opacity.
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You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy,
unlistening to the fiat
of karma.
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Aquilla. Would you
carry the burden
of ungiving?
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Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head
and go to sleep.
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Everything was in place,
and I started to find―
the kingpin, door by door.
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Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
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In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.
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Want to entertain
like a zany in the space when
it is bright moonlight.
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Not afraid of any
jinx, hearing strange voices in
brain and very loud screams.
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