Satish Verma Poems

I was your religion.
Nothing was to be done, standing beyond
the touch down in knee deep water.
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I carry no name.
You dream my poem to search
me in your heart.
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O my love nobody
but you will sleep in my dreams,
till I come back from the river.
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Long back you were lost
in the herd. Do you believe my love will
come back? Dust covers all footprints.
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I had no words to
explain, How a headless cock was
walking with me on road.
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A glimpse of you,
looking at me. I was giving away
my blood to my poems.
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What I am now,
that I was not.The fireworks
have begun.
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A scream comes from
the shooting comet. Your poem has
become a prayer.
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The fig and cherry
will always marry in shrouds.
Can god come in a disguise?
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The caged golden bird
discovers a very thin line between
holy sin and a painless homicide.
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