Satish Verma Poems

Half acting you take
the broom for the journey
of doom.
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Catching a glimpse
of moon―
in velvety October.
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I should not have been
there, where I am now.
The destiny was unscrupulously quiet.
...

You hide behind the words.
It was my priviledge
to start the fire.
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A wreath of skulls
you want to hang on the wall.

I don't want to
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This was not physical.
Which part of your psyche,
I would touch?
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The dusk panics.
Molten ash stings, bearing
you down. Your enemy had penetrated
very deep.
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I don't want any applause.
Think. think on
what I have to say.
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Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words kill.
A self deception begins.
You shut up in yourself.
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It was very edifying.

When you shut the mouth of
the oppressed―
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