Satish Verma Poems

Collecting the cinders
to make a fist of conscience.My
questions burn, remain unanswered.
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The crescent moon gives
a smile. Nothing else was left to share.
A coma, a full stop?
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Looking at any reptile
you die number of times without a bite.
I am tired of locking your griefs.
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The sheen of hidden
power explodes. When you touch the
moon, it burns your hands.
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Strang, nobody speaks
lie. A poem to Venus, in the land
of flames. Like you wanted to think.
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I will go Buddha.
Ethically I stop growing. Looking
at youI I go blank. No thoughts.
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A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be same.
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You look very big, like
supermoon, when you come near
me to smell my breadth.
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I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.

Words are growing
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Stepping on small spots
of shallow river, I was trying to reach
your bank.I takemy place in pain.
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