Satish Verma Poems

It was a taxidermal view
thousands of fawns on the lake.
Can you handle the die-off
of the whole truth?
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Fearing the haze of ending
this body does not behave now.
Puppet show was over.
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It was set on fire, the market place:
from a distance I was watching, the
hieroglyphic climate of the cutouts;
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A pagan will search for antiparticles
after a collective wrong:
some tantric will throw up the smoke rings
before the poean starts.
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To drill a hope in the drowned soul
was very difficult,
winds had blown away
the talisman.
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I would give anything to die
in you, in your belly,
innocently. My voice of dissent
should hold the wings atop the kisses.
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After a sacred kill
you thrived in scriptures.
Many centuries have passed for us
living without you.
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Night was not worth
selling the womb. Biological warheads
were sufficient to take on
the gender eugenesis.
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Dying piece by piece in shock –
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.
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He was still paying the price
for ultimate unbending.
Before the black icon locked the waves
to start tremors for an apolitical murder.
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