Satish Verma Poems

Turns me on
I will write a poem.

Delirious moon had
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Inseparable
the words will be buried
in tongue like nails.
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To live again, I
will not come after dying for
you. Resurrection?
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There was thunder in the hut
teeth clattered under the ground.
Handcuffed you walk in inequality
to qualify for hanging till dead.
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the hunt begins after sunset
under cracked moon, blindfolded clouds
start visiting volitionlessly:
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Young days start with a nostalgia
for a lost freedom
Anxiety was the prime suspect.
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A thirsty town fails, harvesting the moon,
and turns into a vast lake of tears.
They were fighting for their right to remain
poor and hungry. It was a fractured
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A dumb copy of me.
You were done for.
Sometimes the design goes awry.
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Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
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Velvet thorns
become signature
of my pain and joy.
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