Satish Verma Poems

O Earth,
today, standing on your bones
I will study my fears.
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How not to feel
the rapture of the deep
after arousal of a centotaph.
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You did not tell me―
what did you want?

Departure was sad,
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I break myself
today, angry with me,
for small things.
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Sorcery comes handy
when you start
beheading the sunflowers.
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Sometimes the unholy fears
come obliquely―
from the scorpions.
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News runs faster
than the sun. It is
dark already.
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At crisis of
inquiry, you search
the questions.
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This was an illegal kill
between you and me.
I will abdicate―
my headstone.
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The wheels.
I decide to abandon―
the home.
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