Satish Verma Poems

Fixing the dignity
like a fabulous sarcophagus
you are unsparing in your generosity.
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Sitting on the hill,
nestled against the moon,
talking to stars.
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It was getting dark.
The silence starts speaking
to me in a whisper
for the sake of secrecy.
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A fast in hurry. you
pretend that you
were dead.
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It was like homecoming of
timber rattle snake.
A bit jarring.
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Nonchalantly
you rip the smile off,
from the face of a sleeping Buddha.
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It was middle noon
on the deserted street.
Nobody will come out
to greet the sun.
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In transit of soul,
when you were under siege,
you got a new number for afterlife
wearing a white robe-
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Talking of morality abuse
and implanting of false truth,
words stammer.
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Holding the thought before it
is born. Let the void become
pregenant first-
and it starts raining.
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