Satish Verma Poems

Remarkably steadfast, the
mighty oak was standing up, as
the thick rain was pounding at it.
I had come a faraway to unleash
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Not settled anytime
between a beast, an angel and the man:
who was indebted to whom.
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Why do I give you the bliss―
of my poverty?
The burden of asking, was light.
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This was not a witch
or witchcraft, striking
a pose to entice the sleep.
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This was a twisted ladder
for reduction of poverty,
which climbs the steps during
methane breach.
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Nestling in the arms of
blue sky, a young moon was asking
the questions―like the pages of moth-eaten
book― why did the blood ties
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An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm―
as you climb the tide.
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For the beasts and men,
a transition will not work.
This was explicit cap―
the polar ice was melting.
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Not giving or taking.
I will share you―
in water.
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Unfazed you stand in―
a drizzle, to locate the
moon nestling in clouds.
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