Satish Verma Poems

There was no collateral
damage to my flower vase.
My roses were intact.
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Was it a lunar effect,
I ask the fading light?
And my future invaded the magenta moon.
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Surge in hidden chastity
enters the torch but the enemy
was within.
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Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
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Just unbound, the death rate.
Red roses had no qualms. Numbers,
unapologetic, they die or commit suicide.
Death had no tombs. One by one they
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a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range
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From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps.
A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex.
Silent roots crossing the deniability
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Speaking of our troubled times,
Incenced, enraged,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Reason drowned,
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If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
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Can you read my poem
written for you O blind wizard?
Why did my voice not reach you?
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