Satish Verma Poems

When you would be absent,
O Druid, I will know you better.
Time leaps my watch―
I have become blind.
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Training your voice, you
had come around to open―
the door of the miasma.
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Leaker had started
the invasion of the lake.
The house blinks every night.
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Unsung:
how it was, you died
wearing your shoes? The
jesamins will meet you―
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A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon,
making a chirping sound―
and starts reading the poem.
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Coming from the dark―
to deceptive bloodletting.
The light was my father.
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He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot―
to capture the apologetic
colours of rainbow in lake.
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Move on. O city, you
were not worth of
living any more,
sleeping on your tusks.
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To shut the methane,
you sent―
the barbs. The brutal
assault against the thimbles.
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The primal urge to undo―
your hair. I am going
crazy.
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