Satish Verma Poems

I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust.
At distance moon burned.
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A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.
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Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.
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In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?
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Thoughtless, feet
of clay carry you to ocean
of fire. How your boat will sail?
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I was sewing some
words to make a poem. Your finger
bleeds. My dilemma grows with pain.
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When nature becomes
sensual, goddess of rainbow, Iris
seeks a drop of milk from sky.
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What do I do with the words?
They hurt, they flourish without thoughts,
destroying the civilities.
The sky cannot hold the conflict.
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Over the lake
moon was hounded out
from the dark clouds
into the defying blues.
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Breaking the path
by random steps, you move,
and thoughts make a ritual dance.
In a wingless flight,
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