(5-6-1935)

Poems of Satish Verma

61. A MYSTIC PARADOX 2/9/2008
62. A NAME OF CLEMENCY 12/4/2008
63. A NONSENSICAL POEM 4/4/2013
64. A PAIN WITHIN PAIN 10/24/2011
65. A PEEP WITHIN 7/18/2008
66. A PRIMATE IN DISTRESS 12/1/2008
67. A REPLICA 11/8/2008
68. A RIVER FLOWS UNDERGROUND 5/1/2012
69. A SAINT BETWEEN US 5/31/2012
70. A SECRET SELF 7/7/2009
71. A SICK UNCERTAINTY 1/31/2009
72. A SICKENED CRAFT 5/16/2011
73. A SMALL CHANCE 1/25/2009
74. A SOMBER NIGHT 6/3/2010
75. A SOUL DIES 7/29/2009
76. A SPIRIT’S TALE 1/6/2009
77. A STAR PLUNGES 12/26/2009
78. A TEAR DROP 11/30/2007
79. A TOUCH OF CLASS 11/17/2007
80. A TREE WAS TALKING 2/1/2010

RAINS ARE COMING

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
objectively.
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.

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