Satish Verma Poems

On your dark face
smile does not spread like a butterfly.
Most reticent I had been,
It was very difficult to give,
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How it is that –
at shrine while saying prayers
sex was on your mind?
You hated the betrayal and emptiness of life.
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I have put the darkness
behind the burning flesh.
This world was not very open.
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It was a fascinating night
like albino children playing in park.
I was gazing at sky.
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Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights
unlearning the human commitment.
Hunger was his weapon
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I watched in horror,
your pride was tilting.
The landscape was losing the freedom of anonymity.
The labels were rejecting,
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Tell me how to tell you about a flat
robotic voice,
asking for euthanasia,
a rite of passage for ceremony of death.
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Life may mean anything to you, but
I refuse, to become a utility.
Come, let us face the death of time.
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Perhaps you know,
that you do not know,
the moment of truth is here,
and we are at the cross roads.
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Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.

Another funeral takes place
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