Satish Verma Poems

You should have asked me.
Why was it not important─
to take a life, for saving
one other life?
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After reaching, near─
the crumbling wall, you
enter the moment, for
want of an apology.
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Stalking a poem
the art─
becomes a script.
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I have accepted myself, now.

In incompleteness,
and all flaws.
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It was difficult to revisit,
the birth therapy.

Arms had no emotions,
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Unbecoming, you watch
the sunset.
Something snaps.
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Move the steps,
to accept the dark.
Moon has abdicated the throne.
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It was not easy,
to rewrite a dream poem
when you are bound and hurt.
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The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water.
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor.
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The fantasy:
of moving in a circle,
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical
misquote. You were losing
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