Satish Verma Poems

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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Would you become
my plaque one day?
Unknowingly, unspoken?
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Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save
the silent lips.
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The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
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A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.
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Way beyond I will
come, to accept a farewell
invite, being mortal.
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Random fall from moon
descending into riots
wants to err again.
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It might happen― that
I become you, in your spring,
you remain winter.
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