Satish Verma Poems

non compos mentis
my monologue,
non-believer will say, it was
insult of salt,
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Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
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You have nibbled and eaten raw
scratching by nails
talking of a pink rose syndrome
under the corona of soft spikes.
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Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves
breaking the taboo, deconstructing
the secret of body in chains
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Graveyard of stillbirths.
I am walking on severed legs.
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The buff flaunts his elements
in a dissenting voice.
Don’t go into the lake.
There were no survivors.
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Looking around for a loop of light,
a captive throws out his
trove of litter and ask for a
right to be killed.
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Spare me a moment.
Can you anticipate the innocence
of tomorrow?
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Do not maneuver the
golden night.
Moon will rise in
defiance of dew.
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The father and child
Will not talk to
Each other.
There was a dispute.
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