Satish Verma Poems

Between right and wrong,
variant of blood wants to crash with
human beings. Don't alter the bases.
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Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.
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Endless, this was a
romantic murder, in the orchard
of berries blue, black and red.
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You make a temple.
God dies daily. Where truth has
carried away my love?
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When the sun enters into
a glass of water, I go in the dark to count
the crimes of sky dipping in the ocean.
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Speaking of our troubled times,
Incenced, enraged,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Reason drowned,
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Something was not polite in signs.
The smell of incarcerated bed of gods
was floating down.
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If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
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a moonache levitates
on blue lake
you shot me at close range
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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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