Satish Verma Poems
|3087.||You And Everybody||10/3/2007|
|3088.||You Want To Be Born Again||11/19/2016|
|3089.||You Will Not Create Death||12/27/2012|
|3090.||Your Dress Code||6/27/2016|
|3091.||Your Half-Open Eyes||7/10/2015|
|3093.||Your Waking Head||11/19/2008|
|3099.||बाहर आते हुए||9/1/2012|
Loss Of Identity
It was chillingly true.
You walked out─
of the soot, without
leaving any footprints.
There were some very
hard questions. Why─
did you snap,
while sparrows were mating?
Carnage. The roses
were burning inside. The
red cherries shriek and
run for the amnesty.
On the terrace, the yellow
moon descends for a─
word. Why the nukes were
pointed towards the spiders?
And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days
when the sleep was far away chasing the sleep
and the crumbeled continuity of a tale lay unpeeled.
How to highlight the dates on our calenders?
You keep forgetting even the years
when your forefathers left.
And deep in the green grass the names were wiped out.