Satish Verma Poems

Accepting the way,
you are going to rise
winning me over.
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A moth clips the red
flame to become the martyr
of the fading moon.
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Like cutting my own
blue thumb, a crazy thought
to earn rare wisdom.
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Plucking a kiss from
your hair, not to miss again
the moonwashed face.
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Feathers will carry
the wages of sins, to fly
after my lips taste.
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Read my sparks
in detachment, for the
intimate collage.
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My poem done. The
blood night comes gingerly
I will stay awake―
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Was revisiting
to quiet the moon in pink rage
crying in faithful arms.
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Turning inward,
you stare at death in eyes,
throwing dirt at moon,
half-night away.
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Knowing too much
was sin. I will shut
all the windows, one by one.
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