Satish Verma Poems

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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No more venom for me. My throat is full
and sore is spurting.
King cobra, take rest. You must be tired
after going for so many bouts.
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I want to shake them off,
weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
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The other side of life behind the barbed
future
where they were seeking gratifications,
I was entering the past, without pretention.
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I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb
Life was becoming meaningless for the keeper.
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Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.
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