Satish Verma Poems

Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters
will ask for the god.
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If a gadget turns
you on, and I cannot
listen the voiceless
music, how would
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To live or not
to live like a zero
in the company of numbers.
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Partly stripped, head shaven
for a royal revelation of eternal scars.

Blood oranges.
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Living,
in the wounds,
like a gas dragged into
the black hole.
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The nightingale was
very sad. Nobody
was taking a call.
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The shovel
moves the wet earth
noiselessly.
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Talk of politics,
and the auction begins.

Every rock has a price.
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Since my ash has
blown in your mirror
I am warming up to your surrogacy.
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Don’t let me go.
over the cork, a bottle
fights for the fluids
to flow out.
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