Satish Verma Poems

Non-existent violence
succeeds. And I was not happy. You wear
a moon in the dark night.
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If only you could have
known. The naked erasement of our
confessional private beliefs.
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The pink stigma gets
baked. Turns my brain into stone.
You were trapped by black widow,
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I stand in a row to
reach nowhere. What was the certainty.
Then why was the mausoleum made?
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When words crack, tears
fall. There was an emotional void. You
were breaking yourself.
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In your limpid eyes
a pacifism slumps.
All I could say was, wrong sex
was ending in ice.
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A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported.
Exploring your breast
why were you throwing salt?
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He was no longer angry
writing his own epitaph.
Fighting a singular brute
without repeating himself.
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A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew
unbuttoning a rose.
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In the valley of death
one more guest arrives.
By my sleep, there is a soul search.
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