Satish Verma Poems

There were, peels
of ripples. Between.
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The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
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Counting the digits,
of your hand, you forget,
how many fathers you have.
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They walked out gagged
before they entered the water
for an irreverent
ceremony.
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The future dubs.
A pride is shattered.

The philanderer moon
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A downy mildew.
I will undress
the leaves.
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Spherules start a pincer attack
on the modesty of an epiphany.
The manifestation was incomplete.
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The tiny thrusts
and a blunt fuel
scrambled over the wet contours.
There was an ephimerality
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First encounter was skimpy
unleashing a terror
of tales. I will not find the
perfect body of a poem.
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The smile conceals, something.
Does not offer any cue.
You were still traveling
within.
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