Satish Verma Poems

A relative lie,
becomes the truth.
Will you meet me, on the
cobbled street, where the gospels
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For a moonshine,
there was no moon.
There was no moon
for a moonshine.
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Shame!
I had started the fight.

I asked you to stay away
to interpret my integrity
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The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars.

At night the buttercups wage a war.
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Lashed together
for a better tomorrow,
ending war of words.

Heralding the new
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Waiting for a birthing pool
to throw up a dream chaser
nestled in chains.
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I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words.
We were moving in circles.
Dark figures-
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An offence committed by you
asks for the absolutes.
I am paying the price.
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When clouds were
drawing graffiti on sky,
where were you?
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I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover.
The effect of a lone moon:
when I decided
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