Satish Verma Poems

Who goes haywire?
You make me to break again,
I break you to make.
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You want more charity
from poor, collecting moon seeds
to brighten black walls.
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The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.
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You walk in flames,
to reach the moon, biting lips.
I would love the win.
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There was nothing to
do, except moon gazing, by
us, shades apart.
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You failed yourself,
when I was done with the depth
of the sea for truth.
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Condemned to look
at the moon without blinking.
You cannot cry once.
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Sometimes you want
to drink monkshood, dust to dust―
ashes to ashes.
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A thirst for seeing―
you again in sleep, dreaming
of sacred altar.
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Impaired listening.
Maybe you don't want to hear
the distant drums.
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