Satish Verma Poems

fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
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Can you come outside of you?

The dream inside a dream
of the show. It must go on.
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One fringe of image
disconnected, a knife within,

in a trench
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A damp moon
staggers across the sky.
I will find my balance now.
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You tell me little.
Water was rising. A kill, a poem.
You forget the alphabet of love.
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Poised to reach out and
catch the flames, licking your own
wounds. You have no rage for dark hopes.
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The unnarrated you.
Untold and green. There were drops
of blood on the yellow jasmines.
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Lips frozen by xenophobia.
I was ready for the disjunction between
the republic and the crossed border.
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Adream dies today under
my foot like the butterfly. Were
you in secular age? Soul poem—
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For honour killing
twilight adulates an abstract faith.
Tainted?
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