Satish Verma Poems

The knot was broken
from the waist,
as if we were struck
by a bolt.
...

Eyes half-shut, you are seeing,
unseeing to house the failing light.

When the tornado writhes down, will
...

Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on―
your breast.
...

If,
I was not afraid of,
the thing, but the signature
strike of a copycat
...

On ladder, you climb
for espionage, with
a feeling of an evil.
...

Nomadic words
do not stay with me
for long, after the betting.
...

Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves
to extend the war
across the border.
...

Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips.

I will ask the words
...

Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth.
When fire was playing The Return
of the Desert.
...

A green hunt of words
does not dare to insert
the isthmus as indelible
mark between a future
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