Satish Verma Poems

Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse
of moon to remain amputee.
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The dead man speaks.
What was the truth? Partly
guilty I will show my birthmark.
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Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.
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Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?
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Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.
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Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.
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The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.
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When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?
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You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.
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In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.
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