Satish Verma Poems

The thirst of newness
makes you move away from the crowd of
grievers. I ask the moon, why does he cry?
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What is the power
of man? Any divine answer? The cruelty
was given to humans as a gift?
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I cannot do this,
cutting my thumb, to build the broken
heart. A succinct story sits in the sun.
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To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.
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No death stop for colored
marbles. I am not dying to bring
the childhood for once.
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Loneliness. The bee
bites. An instinct was to meet
now the sting of love.
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Self-imposed, I
have stopped reading the holy
books. I am studying the people.
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Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just don't go my way.
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It is difficult to make
poems in time and space.
The words come very late.
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In age of consent,
you want to kill yourself. But
the surveilance will watch.
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