Satish Verma Poems

When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
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Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
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Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
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Come, sit beside me
holding my hand.
We will look at the moon.
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It was a quaint
feeling. Something was
going to happen.
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My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
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Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
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Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
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In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
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I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
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