Satish Verma Poems

A smear campaign starts
against the ladder, which permits―
the ascension, but leaves the spaces in between,
of dark. You stand still.
...

Be precise, I would say.
The definition was changing― of the sand,
in our eyes.
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A scavenger fails to thrive
in upward mobility.
The emotion becomes a virtual,
collects all the garbage
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Hits you in the face,
disseminating the chivalry
of fragile connotation.
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No attachment with the
alma mater. You have
eaten away all the grass.
Bounteous breast was empty.
...

You were becoming more prone
to violence, confronting
the moon. Heat was rising.
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Lamenting, what not to―
think. Condemned to burn
the words daily.
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Despite the great divide
a dialogue must ensue, between
earth and sky.
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It was a flame in the drizzle:
a golden peacock.
I was trying to understand
the Adam and Eve.
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The abundance spills on my
torn shirt, when I was
gathering your voice.
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