Satish Verma Poems

Not easy to write off life.
Let me go whole. Was it a striptease
of knowledge? Where are the saints?
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My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you
tell me your history of fall?
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Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the
desert, what was left in the brain.
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Fragile. Are you going to
change the bed? Buddha watches.
He says, let's die together.
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In my void one day, I placed you
on the mantle, O Buddha, give me the peace
of love. I was upset to see you sad.
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Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.
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It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.
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My age don't stop
me to meet the god. You make a space
between you and sky. Amen!
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God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.
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O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.
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