Satish Verma Poems

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
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Upgrading clock
was not a wise decision.
Who will read the past?
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On the wings of night
moon sails to fell cherry blossom,
I will pick for you.
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Your intent was to
peel off the frozen poem from
my lips to taste it.
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Polis intercepts
the palace, grieving on the
body of an old horse.
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The savage moon
will not stop at passionate
kiss and embrace.
The pansies were ready
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Way beyond I will
come, to accept a farewell
invite, being mortal.
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A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.
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Watching in shifting
stance of futurism, I will
be choosing frozen―
pains of the past.
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How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?
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