Satish Verma Poems

Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the
white bones of
a black moon.
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That obscene stare
aggravates the silicon
thrust. You become a victim
of an upheaval.
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Scratching the rusted face
of the dust storm―
to read the message.
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Talking points at ground zero
trap the heat. The tyranny
knows no bounds.
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Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
on yourself, a black
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Like a bee,
you wanted to land―
on the snapdragon’s,
curved lip.
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We are burning―
the boats.
Freckled in the sun.
The river was drying up.
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It was a free fall,
drowning me on the footpath.
The yellow glare had
scattered me completely.
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Want to return,
to unknowing, the
trap door.
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The moonlight―
singed him at night.
How will you write a poem?
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