Satish Verma Poems

Listening to a grief,
I look at your lips, where
the words sit trembling.
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Hugging a tempest
after forgiving the sun,
that went to burn moon.
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Testing the wind of
erotics on moons. I was
still stitching my wounds.
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Will you cheat me one
day by your sinful hands, I
ask the city in bloom?
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Lakeviewing was a
silent affair between two.
One of us will drown.
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Poisoned to live
like a corpse flower, on the
singed, black earth.
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Blood has one color.
No face. Was always virgin.
Has no other name.
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In every moment
my weakness will hang. Who wants to
become a prophet.
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In a wink, the moon
leaps for a journey to self.
I will severe my thumb.
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In deep pit of thoughts,
where even light does not reach.
Step by step I will drown.
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