Satish Verma Poems

It slides stealthily in you, the fear
shifting the blame, stoking to run. He said
the wolves are coming. I heard a wailing
sound across the black wall,
...

Overnight I have turned
grey, stuck on the threshold
of a song
...

What was that inside you
which was not ready to accept
the compound folly of a man?
...

Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
...

That is how I injured myself
desiring the right thing,
extracting the reason from charity.
I will now pluck off the rage, the silence,
...

Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today.
Completely denuded I will spread out in emptiness.
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Night was descending
on the tonsured heads,
terracotta robes,
clasping the palms, hiding the seeds
...

One day you will arrive.
Night will enter in your pores,
in your bones,
like a baby trapped in a borewell,
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Trapped in your body
a city starts
screaming.
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Fear of a mound,
tumbling down
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
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