Satish Verma Poems

A sleepwalker gives up
a snake,
inside the sleeves.
The dog outruns
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A shut door
without a house
would not open, would not open.
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I was standing in the pawn-
shop to make up my mind. They
were changing the price of human skin.
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A truth does not need a
crowd. I walk alone, when you
don't move. Moon will undo.
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Nothing to say in
infinite sky. The harvest moon
knows, the axes are coming.
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I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.
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You are trying to steal
me from me. I will remain quiet like
the sealed lips of rising moon.
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After the monologue, you
stand on the other side of the moon,
when between lines, nothing was left.
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In paucity of love
You become the wanderer from one
beehive to another.
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The razor-thin gap between
us has been very nostalgic. I pick daily
the rose thorns to prick my conscience.
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