Satish Verma Poems

Between poverty and
theology. I want to take on you
in moonlight, but is not controversial.
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I would take a call
after I seceded from my wounds.
It took me a while to become Buddha.
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Your mercy was very
little O god, for equal-halves.
Nobody was perfect.
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Are you ok? When
the moon rises on sea, I become
worried about the blue butterflies.
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Two kisses for a golden
lie. Don't manipulate the shelter.
Moon will take rest in my poems.
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There was something
wrong. Yet I had not come
to my home. Trust was eroding.
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It was extraordinaire.
You were always living with delicate
flowers surrounded by stings.
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You still don't know
how to address the lion standing
in the burning bush.
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What you did not get,
was found at the bottom of sea.
Was it due to dance of swans?
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Not understood you well.
Me living in myself. Your eyes will behold
what my naked hands carry.
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