Satish Verma Poems

The sword hangs. You
will not scream. There was stigma.
No style. I think. Let it go.
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I am developing awareness
of your parted lips. Something was
left to say, your ankles had stopped ringing,
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Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.
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Between you and me, there
are two worlds and there is a
tyrannical hypocrisy.
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I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.
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Horror, how big it was?
Watching the dead bodies floating on
the river. A voice screams. Dearth said mercy.
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Half-burnt, I am
raising my hand and my poems are
working crossing the pains.
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She was a Maneater,
your kismat. The other side waits
for the conscience killers.
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What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.
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You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.
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