Satish Verma Poems

I will talk of human
conflicts. No one was targeted.
Like you pick up a slug―
and make a thermonuclear device.
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Moon, eye of
night, will watch
your mandarins.
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One strange movement
stops. You won't conform
an angel's thought dream.
And I will not give in to an epithet
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The divination.
A broom―
becomes a wager.
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You nurse the tender pains
to feed your soul. In sunshine
of nothingness, that was falling apart.
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You decide first-whom
to blame? As if I am―
on threshold of denial
and anger.
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No wintering.
I have come to stay
warm-blooded.
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Take me in moonlight
when it is dark, outreaching
every ache.
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The unthinkable,
has happened.
I am still alive.
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You come like undersea
quake, hitting
the sleeping moon.
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