Satish Verma Poems

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea.
My lips reciting veda.
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The freckles were
appearing on the face
of Venus―
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Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach
your meanings.
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Blast of horny
words comes from sideways.
It was your mind.
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Night was pregnant
with the moon.
The execution will follow.
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Black tree
feeds the blood root.
There will be no sonic
connectivity.
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What you will not
say, after becoming cosy
with the moon in sleep walk?
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Give a nudge.
Tears are falling from
the leaves. Who was crying
under the bo tree?
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When I ask for
the innovation, you
lob the moon.
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In soundless
landscape, I will meet the
ultimate, waking pain
of understanding.
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