Satish Verma Poems

Born in moments of love,
you were domiciled in truth. Holy bath.
You are now leaving the nest.
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It signs in air to
blow people heart. Oh dear death.
This was a bizarre revenge.
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In the absence of an azure
pain, the divine hemlock becomes
edible. Yen by yen I was nearing you.
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Sacrificed a winter rose
for you. What was in your hand, when
I asked, do you know the actual?
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Are you a returnee
from a lion man? The clay ripens
brown in the sun for centuries.
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The deep layers of ash
are covering the history of impunity.
My unconscious spirit breeds death.
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These are black days
in purple cubes. My intimate poems
were still nascent, accounted for.
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Creativity was the Venus
of my poems. My poem was a tree.
A pilgrim sits for a while in shade.
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My eyes undress to
salute the agni to mesmerize the
ruined truths of morality.
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You were more than
what you are in knitting a jaguar
on my chest. Why humanity fails?
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