Satish Verma Poems

Raising the walls
around you, you started
a ritual of placing a single
rose on the tomb daily.
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A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it,
it does not come.
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Let me write a signature
theme, without cubic
reference.
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A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test
there was slow burning
inside the moon.
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Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
of life.
Up and down you were out of joint,
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Not yet, the courage will wait
for the curtain to fall,
will then disappear in awakening;
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When logic and intuition
stood on edge of time,
sugar was dancing
on the salt lake.
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You walk on burning embers
like a black stone
to meet the end before beginning
on empty landscape.
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It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex
in tall Parthenium grass.
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O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.
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