Satish Verma Poems

The insult to sober conviction
unsettles the saints.
Give me your hand,
to solve this problem.
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The pain out-thinks every moment,
all over the body
I wander in a solitary walkway.
There is nothing between mind
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A perfect solution
was never found. The question
remained unanswered beyond
the skin. Stripped to the bone.
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Face of terror was
chasing you in the dreams and
voilence made you sick of the
evil designs.
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When the night was swamping him
with epileptic frame
he was walking without limbs.
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Effortlessly a desire erects
a monument. One flaw
demolishes the image. Stones,
ugly grass & a solitary tree
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This terracotta urn
contains the ashes
of an earth-baked dream.
You worship the setting sun,
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I had to let them stay.
My anguish & anxiety.
Denuding me, filling me with hymns of pain.
The blank days drifted in slow motion.
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You gave me a name without asking.
History of my pain
did not need any label.
I recalled only
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It hurts, the abstract isolation of life
emptying of self.
The infection
of water in the sun.
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