Satish Verma Poems

Riddled with shocks, a
ripening moon, rises in
pain, like wingless bird.
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How to meet crisis,
not accepting any defeat―
this time of pain.
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I whisper your name,
when breakers crash at shores.
The paper boat sinks.
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In windy nights I think,
I think in windy nights, of you―
when the moon looks on.
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A secret moon
climbs.
There was a sudden
drop of height.
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Claiming my earthiness
in the starry night. A cyclone will
soon make a landfall.
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You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.
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I wanted nothing
from you, O prophet
of the holy tomb.
Lie in rest.
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I will touch the body
of your soul. My conscience pricks.
You dived in my poems.
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Cannot finish a
poem without you in the moon.
Bystander named you.
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