Satish Verma Poems

Turning inward,
you stare at death in eyes,
throwing dirt at moon,
half-night away.
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Knowing too much
was sin. I will shut
all the windows, one by one.
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With stoned eyes
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.
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In a passing moment,
giving you a call in Milky Way,
like a lone sun.
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You recite my old poems―
to understand the psyche
of human conflicts.
The long shadows won't leave
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And when you sleep in
the hurting arms of woes, I
will listen to storms.
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A bit, like you
I wanted to live, making
my own rains.
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All I needed was to address
a runaway pain. Nothing
to do with liberty
or fraternity.
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The grass reaper wants
to right your wrongs
of medieval hurts.
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Humanly
a violet river flows
under the earth.
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