Satish Verma Poems

O goddess of priests,
in punishing myself
I found you today.
...

Under the denuded
chinars, I stand
again, waiting for you.
...

This was the collective
fall, unsolving
the riddle of life.
...

Once I had asked
the nightingale, why did
you need to remain in
my thoughts?
...

Give me your smile
like dew drops of rose―
the tears like pearls.
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Investing your hands
to write something unique―

the parrots flew out from
...

Way off at point-of-no-return,
my geometry,
collided with you for the last spell.
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In a frame of a―
window, I watch
daily, a saddest,
...

Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan,
white and graceful.
But you slept on my hand
...

When white mushrooms
come in procession
after the rains,
you bring back my ache―
...