Satish Verma Poems

You asked for an explanation
for a flame. A bat
flies in a passage of pain.
A poem becomes an accuser.
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A blank paper invites
for rape.
Snow sinks for a prelude.
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It was a dirty war
of moat
flaying the legs in emotional outburst.
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In the empty house
of snow,
though, interred a blade of grass
when I was searching one
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Interned in my own prison
beneath the skin,
I stop the silver wheels.
An aloof sliding, down the impotent rage
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Sometimes
you want to shut the book
and bring out the darkness from bleached words
of a lonely march of the tree.
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Heart’s ache is getting worse everyday.
May be I go out in this brutal world
Of scuttling lies to seek the one
who left the body to trace the wound.
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When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing,
and by the swollen river
an island is swallowed up.
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It was not like life.
I am worried,
they were hitting the womb.
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He turns, forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human
accepts the stupidity.
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