Satish Verma Poems

Did the supermoon
change you, as the earthmark
was disintegrating?
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Catch the waning
moon. It may not come
back tomorrow.
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Being cheated by
a moon in dark night
of winter.
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No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.
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Searching human
teeth. Real fossils.
Let go my hand.
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Very grim. You
promote the copperheads.
Lakes go dry.
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You may go around the world
to touch the moon.
Rocks will beat the power
of dust to take revenge.
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One day balancing over
waters, someone drops dead.

Birds of a feather,
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Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons,
accelerating the downfall.
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We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and
focus on pulsars.
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