Satish Verma Poems

There was existence,
without space.
I was afraid of my unborn child.
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They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts!
I was waiting at the far end of pond.
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Somebody had put the feet
against the flame,
the street had become a wall.
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Looked downward –
the granite face,
to see imprinted kupfernickeled
god, lying in dust.
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Your lips were me.
I wanted a kiss
which never came.
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When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
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There was the hunger
and suicide.
In favor of my brutal truth
or virtue of my failure,
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A pink rose was set to strip
letting the leaves fall.

The roots were jealous of a thorn
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They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence.
Crib was empty, child was stolen.
At blood stained altar
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Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
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