Satish Verma Poems

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
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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
...

Not asking, was most difficult, from
the magma, to send a hot spring. It was
a classical translation of the pain in winter
of human spell, in a temple festival.
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Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river?
Not paleowater eating the earth
but a collider, flowing in conscience.
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On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing
the uncertain values. Committing suicide
was a regular feature.
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Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be
without an end.
There was nothing to lose,
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