Satish Verma Poems

Come via
moon gate. I will meet
you at midnight.
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Poverty of thoughts
beats you endlessly.
What was the other form of violence?
...

How timeless
You were,
O, violence;
After summary executions.
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You make me give up too easily
without a fight. I will not
ask any questions.

The elite mercy you are
...

Beyond dreams,
a wise lake, watching my absurdity,
of playing with the tyranny
of absolute. And I am trying
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A relative lie,
becomes the truth.
Will you meet me, on the
cobbled street, where the gospels
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For a moonshine,
there was no moon.
There was no moon
for a moonshine.
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Shame!
I had started the fight.

I asked you to stay away
to interpret my integrity
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The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars.

At night the buttercups wage a war.
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Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.

Heralding the new
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