Satish Verma Poems

While ascending throne,
you cover up your tracks―
by putting up the somber demeanor.
I don't find myself happy.
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Like a snake girl,
the black tresses trailing
behind the heels.
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As I accept the verdict,
the dead-soul beast―
jumps up, draws out the sword
and starts cutting the drift. You shout,
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Advent of strange
sign on forehead was asking
for the laughing eye.
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You stop at the brink,
to flirt with the rim of
the lake.
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I would be riding
your stumps― to
byzantine castle
of ardor.
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The other day.
A full moon was walking
on the pavement
like a pedestrian.
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You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
around.
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A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding
from innocent rage.
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I will ask you no more.
An answer settles the question.
Let myriad questions remain in air.
Thirst is larger than the river.
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