Satish Verma Poems

A hero demands affection, the heat
for a surrogate role
of a saviour of oppressed.
Deafness increases
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Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days –
he would feel outcast and there was
pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live
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Throwing the prosthesis, he jumped for
numericals, refusing to expand,
walk with father of sorrow
the revolutionary.
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Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame.
A togetherness became a half-truth.
How troubled
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How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind
was punished, for melting down.
Livid with revenge sun bleaches
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A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time.
You were too shy to die, to feel
the anguish and bliss of death.
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Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
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Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.
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Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
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One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
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