Satish Verma Poems

Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why
were you bending a lot?
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Between love and hate
how do I meet you, when you
reject the kiss of flame?
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A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.
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My bruised words
explode. I don't find any
meaning in life.
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That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
the space and time.
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I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?
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A forgotten truth
lands softly on the wet grass.
I had lost the words.
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You didn't want to
age, rediscovering,
pain of birth, to live.
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Can you foretell of the
death-like the hound― after
the loss of game?
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The answers look
at questions, like sparrows
did not find home.
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