Satish Verma Poems

Peace at stake,
it worked.
Withdrawal of rubber dolls
playing with fire.
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Did not make anything
out of himself. He was afraid
from depth to depth.
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My lips are black,
I am drunk
on the hemlock, proferred by you –
my life. I am still in love with pain.
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It should not have happened
this way, or that way,
rendering breathing difficult
in the intense smoke of misunderstanding.
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Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.
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Let me go first in the cave
to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face,
my ancestor, relic of reclusive
committment, eaten by hierarchical
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It was past endurance.
Flattened rage went into shaking palsy.
He moved into sculptured dark
like false reason,
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Vast emptiness preceded him,
when he stood inside a glass on road.
Sun did not contradict him,
light had entered back in stars.
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The king
made a fun of our poverty.
Marble faced girls always thought,
wearing black scarves –
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Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see,
when I was keeping open my wound
to hear the unheard scream?
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