Satish Verma Poems

Ask the queen of night,
who was more brutal
than the crucible.
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In the dust
from the dust. I will see your
face daily,
in between the spaces
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Not reaching somewhere,
I was not today,
what I was.
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Completely eaten up by
coherent light;
the dark niche smiles.
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Scouring, the unmarked
silences―
for the invisible executions.
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Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor-
a streak of light, in the almond eyes
of a god.
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What you would not give,
age opens
and eats you.
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Seasoned,
a red hibiscus
will ask for a white name―
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The orifice was absent
from the face.
The hatred will unite the enemies.
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Like a mole, she was
coming up, tunneling
with strong paws.
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