Satish Verma Poems

Under your baton,
The targets are being
identified. Moon will
find out the hiding
...

Penultimately,
I pick up my choice
of not accepting my defeat.
...

Skinned alive, as
an aftermath of speaking
against the unhinged
blue gods.
...

The suffering
was suffering.
You pay for it.
...

Was it a calculated
risk, when it was poetry,

falling like rains
...

I believe in you, O tidal
mouth, where the salt
meets the stream.
...

This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you.
The water oscillating,
not the taper.
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In search of wholeness,
the words sit around me
cutting the edge of the corn ear.
...

I felt you, through your
words. Tight and
crisp. But you remained untouchable.
...

I would not understand
your fabric, when you come
wearing only smile.
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