Satish Verma Poems

Wanted to wear the grief uncrying,
sitting on the bank, counting the waves,
watching the swaying of earthen lamps.
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This was a raw thing.
A paranoid template for AK-47 rifles. The
homemade bombs were planted on the roadside.
A very explosive blend of a fedayeen. You
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Wanting to feel your breath
in this room, in half-light, my hands
opened the window to let him in,
the green moon.
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That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.
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Your fangs open like lips.
I am ready for the kiss of death
at a war zone, where I was adrift
holding the flame, moments
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between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,
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They were teaching how to butcher
the lamb
and suspend the bines with
drooping hops.
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Touched by moon, I pick up
a black rose,
to return the debt.
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ripening on the tree
loosing erection
the redeemer comes back to orphanage
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savage

running under the moon
selling the night
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