Satish Verma Poems

The moral dilemma was
unlearning.
less than truth.
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Spooked by a two headed snake,
a double of a living person squirms.
A moral crisis comes out
of a cage.
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Knowing too much
was painful.

Shedding the fear, we were
disappearing in each other.
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When the sun goes down bleeding
beyond the hills yonder,
I will meet you under
the acacias.
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In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene
brings the pink tears
for the brown eyes.
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Sitting between the knees,
I am being bathed by intense anxiety
and fear of harsh light.
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A pithy moon
climbs
on a skull
to unmask the alien,
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It was a slant love.
Back to back,
lips to lips.
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Holding the ladder
I was hungry
looking at the waiting dawn.
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Outraged film
and dirt life.
The descent was complete.
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