Satish Verma Poems

Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown
entry, of heron
in the lake.
...

Absurdity had a presence.
I was trying
to find the meaning of a laughter.
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The desire,
rises like a spire-
from cloud forest.
You are a flesh eater.
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In war of attrition
with moon,
you need a black eye.

The stars blinked.
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A new
adage. Who was
infallible?
Because there was no space.
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Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.
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The invisible
throws a visible image
without a tether.
Do you see the god?
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Seven minutes of terror,
and fourth generation of missiles.
Can they go together?
And road stops here?
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Adept in riling.
You cannot chew the thoughts.
There was no mandible.
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The rain washed,
moon. I am going to talk,
to clouds,
for a pause.
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