Satish Verma Poems

The fractured core,
a broken faith, there was
no life after death.
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You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring―
the depth of tears.
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Selene, the goddess of
the moon, promises―
not to fall in love.
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What would you say―
if I shed my identity,
before the water enters the boat?
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Teaching self the,
art of dying
after a serial failure.
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An earthen lamp
in loneliness
calls off the day.
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The swamp was in
boil. It was raining
again on the open wounds.
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It haunts.
You still want to see the―
beheading, piecemeal
in borderless pain.
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Strange, in silence, I lose
my way, my thoughts.
I will speak.
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The prediction goes awry.
I wipe away an exotic
smudge on the paper.
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