Satish Verma Poems

For ethnicity
draped in gasoline
you burn the sky.
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Sexism was chasing a
gibbous moon whole night.
I ask the virtuous dark,
will you be a hangman?
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When hunger becomes
a little god. You start waiting
for a miracle to happen.
Like a grandfather clock, you
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The heritage
went for a sale. A tree
stands denuded, after
a nudie.
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Sky drank the moon
when night was cool.

A lone tree on roadside
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I don’t fake the pain
pain was me.
A grafted rose opens up along the road rage.
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A heap of voices hails you, when you stop
in the tract.
The silence migrates to new depths
where silhouettes are created,
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Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest?
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He had tied the brown thread on the pole
relieving the spirits from trees for the start
of belly dance of death on sand dunes,
whispering, gyrating to the tune of an
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The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
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