Satish Verma Poems

Tears have their own
language. You were my first lover.
Are we two strangers on the road?
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This is happening again.
In quietude, man is defeated in
fag, when time stops.
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Ultimately the god was
created by man, and Homo sapiens died.
A trembling voice said, I am not dead.
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The words are flying
away, enigmatically. There was a
family of god. Is the end drawing near?
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A poem in pain, its
body hurt, demands the price of
death. How long you were awake?
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It pounds, when dust
sleeps, a song of wind starts.
The falcon eyes wait for the kill.
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It is almost eerie,
scary too. I have not stopped loving
you. Trying To learn ghost words
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In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.
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This is not that. I
have come from space to vacuum.
Let us walk together in the dark.
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No, my love, the sun
always rises after the darkness.
You have a heavenly sense of truth.
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