Satish Verma Poems

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
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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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Inside, the battle wages.
One step down,
I drown myself in the frowns
of a thought. Night sucks at my fear.
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A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of
obedience to carnality.
For resuscitation from kiss of death
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Carrying my words in a small jewel box
I was listening to silence
of falling rain,
to heal my truth.
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