Satish Verma Poems

Howling of loneliness
begins. Voices were suicidal.
The anger wouldn't explode.
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Was it a sacrilege to
to die inch by inch. There was once
a divestment, I will not divide the body.
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Between psycho and a fakir,
did you say, there was a divine voice.
My green valley is losing the golden moon.
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My old truths prevail.
I want to confront your denials. You
wil never love universality.
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Nothing is left to speak.
You want to try to see the truth.
Forget to stay near the salt lake.
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Stair and well are between, death
and kissing a viper. You are walking
in the shadows, feeling a chilling thought.
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Can you unlock the
mystery of a woman's mind or a serial
killer? It was a gentle pain of the moon.
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I am watching myself.
Life is not the same. It is dented.
The mental peace is cracking.
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Will not inaugurate the
pain of truth for blood. Whether eyes
or the moon, I won't have a standoff with the sky.
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We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.
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