Satish Verma Poems

A broken step―
halts me. I move towards
you at the inner call.
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A weird solatium
was offered by putting
off the lights.
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You floundered.
No god poems.

You don't want to destroy the world.
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Make me wild―
weirdly ethereal. An abstract
pain will unite us―
after the scarring.
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No more partisanship
with hatchet.
Better if you come like
a scorpion to give a taste.
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Sometimes you want to
walk to the gallows,
for my sins.
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Stealing from your
eyes a visibly
upset moon.
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Let's try a
human logic for
a monkey heart.
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Black names―
were on list. Bring the
French chalk to wipe out
the white board.
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Blue moon of white night, wants―
to bring down the sky
in a spiritual bliss.
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