Satish Verma Poems

You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous.
There was no asterisk
no bluff to cross.
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The vagility
was close to disaster.
Standing amid the ruins,
we were ready to break ourselves.
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The cuckoo gives
a final call.
Moon was rising.
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After a little wee,
I will put the record straight
by removing your name
from the hit list.
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Genderless,
instrusive, was the withering effect,
questioning the sex.
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Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as
I left you sleeping?
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Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named―
trap of honesty.
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To break free from
existential spin, I will
start a new journey.
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I was hurt,
I speak.
Out of modesty,
will write the unspoken stance.
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Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up
the duty of fists―
in half-light.
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