Satish Verma Poems

Sitting on the legs
of swastika, a moon jumps
on the wailing earth.
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Light was aging. The
burden of moon, I want to
carry in my short poems.
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Immaculate fall.
I will take the opiate
for a stark profile.
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A marble conceives
the geraniums to revive beauty
of rise from garbage.
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The stings wither, I
was walking on burning coals.
From temple deity was gone.
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Embracing the lust,
going for the absurdities,
my words will suffer.
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Leaving the page blank
for you to paint a brick wall
between you and me.
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The lake was calling.
I will go untelling every one
conch shell on the beach.
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I don't ask. Will go
fighting. The maverick plays
a game of blue hearts.
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Tell me why were you
hanging out with golden dust
in molten raw pain?
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