Satish Verma Poems

Can you understand
the agony of a titan, which
cannot afford to show its fall?
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The brown rice were
not yet ready.
An old man turns in grave.
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It was a damp kiss
of an image.
Dispassionately you drop
an old coin into my hands.
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Tonight the moon will sit
on the gazobe,
to have a look at the sea, rising.
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Blunt and bold were
the wet spots.
You bleed like me.
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You come to me like
a fall.
All the colors have arrived.
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Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing
for the fall.
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Sometimes I do not
want to be talked about.
Like the setting sun.
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Bending the truth,
you return back to your home,
separated by a―
monologue of lie.
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It was devastating.
Out of boredom, drops in
the moon, in the month October.
Hanging over a palm,
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