Satish Verma Poems

Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted
to take revenge.
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You talk of evil,
I become incendiary.
The name had power.
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In blue dawn
pure truth will hinge on the
personal moons.
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Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane
and atone a sin.
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Retrieve me, by my
voice, to stay at the pause
between wounded words.
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Returning to past
you tend to remain all mum,
murmuring nothing.
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Where blue meets the
red, I will bring moon to cross
you river of tears.
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You were dressed up
to burn. Tears had memory
pure as gold.
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You had big
violence in your bones.
I suffered. Dream merchants
were ready to violate.
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A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.
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