Satish Verma Poems

The auspicious death
in moonless night.
Anxiety meets the ultimate.
...

Grip loosening;
the lesser evil─

will liberate you─
...

Infamous in death.
You stop fighting─
with me. I will ask the dynasty,
Where was your enemy?
...

Like a prune, it was
an old year, standing
before me. You start
counting the wrinkles.
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The dream death;
while birthing a─
poem, weeping
between the lines.
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With shaking hands
you give a fatal push
to the old year.
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Night.
A scantily clad sky,
with unkempt clouds.
Moon was climbing.
...

Ethics
takes a nap,
in a blink,
without qualms.
...

Despite the anger,
the truth will
not speak.
...

A war was on,
(psychological)
to transgress the unwritten line.
Me, stranded on the
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