Satish Verma Poems

The crescent moon gives
a smile. Nothing else was left to share.
A coma, a full stop?
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Looking at any reptile
you die number of times without a bite.
I am tired of locking your griefs.
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The sheen of hidden
power explodes. When you touch the
moon, it burns your hands.
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You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud.
Now you know what you did not want to know.
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Face to face, I was bewildered.
What was happening to the garden?
My body left in absent seizure;
words had destroyed a beautiful poem.
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To go beyond global suffering,
find death in blue glacier
of frozen physicals.
Greed of elements, and attached commentary
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You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all
or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord,
seeking liberty to commit a sin
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It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering.
Shadows were lengthening.
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Going back foot
he looked inside himself and felt a breeze
on empty stomach.
Mother-of-pearl,
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I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game
for others and exiled myself within me
after the rebellion.
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