Satish Verma Poems

Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
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In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
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I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
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Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.
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The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.
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Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.
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Come, sit beside me
holding my hand.
We will look at the moon.
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It was a quaint
feeling. Something was
going to happen.
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Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish
at abandoned shore.
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Messengers are out,
dynasty strikes.
A haze of dust storm filters down in tearless eyes.
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