Satish Verma Poems

Snakebitten
you raise your hand:
not to strike back,
but to salute the pain.
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Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
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Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.
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Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on
dry lips. Wry stance. The
city walks slowly. Wasted
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A streak of sin was
always there, when I looked
at you in brief encounters.
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A city burns.
The child carries the father
on his head.
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Pupil was on parole.
You abandon the inexhaustible
patience with increasing distance.
Everything was fading
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What happens when
you stop thinking?
Reaching near the god
or becoming a stone?
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Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact,
the crescent moon
ultimately occults the Venus.
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The shades of dawn
under the waning moon
reflect on your face.
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