Satish Verma Poems

Do you know the pain
of somebody on the road,
freezing alone? In Asperger syndrome?
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A gem cutter
takes a pause
and finds the hate of a locked house.
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Plurality of the sin
slids across the sludge
of cheating -
on the cohabitation of virtue.
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Under the frame
lurking from a sun point
I will track the death
on mountain.
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Sun tears into
clouds. Between oaks
climbs a rainbow.
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Dismantling the vista
for a missing link.
A moon rises behind the ruins.
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Driving the moment
you swoop on the clock
expanding the grief of
blue mind.
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A city dies inside me
leaves uncharted
human bite marks.
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Tainted blood
cruising in wrong legs.
You stomp on the golden leaves
of the fallen tree -
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Now comes the visual
separation after the fall of an
enemy. The urbanite
crumble has begun.
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