Satish Verma Poems

Moon injured―
after reaching climax.
At the death of a poem
nobody was ready to climb the pyre.
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Waiting for the unwaiting
to appear. The green pigeons
will reduce the palace to rubble.
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Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants
to drink from your eyes.
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Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk,
lies a sheet of blue trumpet―
shaped flowers.
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Time eats the winter, to―
rebuild the fallen ally
of solar storms.
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The sexless hiccoughs
have started,
in the valley of death planet.
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Like a hedgehog you raise
your spines.
I bleed unbitten.
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With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace.
The moon was sauntering on the spiky grill.
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Poster poems appear
again with all frozen insignias.
I was trying to find a good
remedy, for insomnia.
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The weight of charity
sits on my shoulder.
I call for healing
on my terms.
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