Satish Verma Poems

You make a temple.
God dies daily. Where truth has
carried away my love?
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Cannot unlock the spiral
galaxy. The stars are counting
themselves.A comet burns the path.
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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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About the truth I don't
want it to be paused. This will abort
reality and fantasy will rule.
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To love completely I -
surrender my hate. You will come
to me walking through flames.
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This world is not
mine. Space was silent. The crop
is burning. You cannot hear the birds.
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A wilted thought of white
rose wants to have the smell of pink.
But blood would not agree.
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The stone has no
gender. Only meltdown will wash
its body. Who was insidious of you?
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Capricious, you go
with the sun between edge and
curves. Your face becomes weightless.
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