Satish Verma Poems

You did't need to
pray like the Milky Way
handing on moon.
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Sitting on black stones,
to feel the global angst,
and doing nothing.
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The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon
was asked to take a leave.
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The depression,
in purple moon,
scattering black magic.
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An extreme smog descends
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops
the landscape. You watch the
world crumbling around you.
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The dust blends with
the humid specks.
Smoke twirls. Hangs for a
while, and then departs.
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Was it altruistic, donating
the light to the
data-catchers?
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The single purple moon
was cruising non-chalantly.
You come out at the window─
and hit the headlines.
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Deflecting the light,
you stand in dark,
to find the truth.
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All day it rained.
There was no destination.
The futurist will incite
the blue light in the itinerary.
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