Satish Verma Poems

Whenever I write
a poem, blood oozes out.
Why was I catching the fire?
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Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation
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Polarity hits you at face, Thoughts. Move
inversely. The deed, words, slogans
divide the eternity of time. No hygienic
patience. Persons coming from channels only.
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When you were learning
how to kill,
somebody was beheading my faith.
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a pervasive bareness
walks like an honest lie
on the road to truth the bone white marble
god oversees the planet green’s woes
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A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.
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Pushed by troubled waters
on the periphery; dream
interrupted, you start
coloring your nails differently.
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A brisling terror
tormenting the kelp.

Give me a lamenting mast
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A restive moon
went on skirmishing with─
the palm leaves in dark.
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The guile demands
some apology,
from raw stings.
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