Satish Verma Poems

The trapped body
will not listen to baby fugue.

The perception will find―
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The winged sex of the
module/wants to stay naked.
Everything backs it up
to become a suicide bomber
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I walk for a short while―
talking with the moon and
thinking about the zero―
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Where do you stand―
in the crowd, for the love of a cause―
your feet cannot measure the ache
of the earth, respecting the rhythm
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You should not be present―
everywhere, O God. Pull down,
all the shutters of your temples.
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I accept, my defeat―
in the hands of Ariel.

You start hiding from your
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Addictive in shambles, that was
cognitive decline―
amidst wars of life,
with a right to death.
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You are becoming a
frozen leak, the violet
end.
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When there was a cloudburst―
it was time― I thought
for the soul search.
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The red dot was sinking
to smear the lake. It was
in soft focus, the waning light.
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