Satish Verma Poems

Living my own way
like flint,
you will not read
my cosmology.
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Profiling the flaws
after the ignition, starts
the outrage.
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The night watchman
has become an etcher.

The stoning of the shirt
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Stargazing will not stop.
The will to find the answer,
when the glacier breaks.
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A visible evil stands
upright. I did not want to
die before the death.
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This is for the
smaller gods sitting
in rains, seeking asylum in
snow.
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How much you can carry,
carving a deep gorge
during last rites
of a river?
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How much you were honest
with you?
The poems had singed
the eyebrows. I am filled
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There was a road to landslips.
Why would the mountain break
for consanguinity?
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It tumbles down. The real.
Heels start hurting.

Once upon a night, there
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