Satish Verma Poems

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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This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.
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A nude ascends to
become a Venus. On the street of
temple beasts drink marigolds.
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I will survive in your eyes between
the eyelashes, triggering a moment of fusion.
You still do not know my reverie.
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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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Can you read my poem
written for you O blind wizard?
Why did my voice not reach you?
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