Satish Verma Poems

Why the pink words
float in black eyes?
I swear, I will not look
at the moon again.
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Salt burnt, you come
under the shade
of milkworts.
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Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do
you feel my nearness
when I don't speak?
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Do not
give me a dream.

I will return my name.
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To drink the sea,
spilled over
from your eyes was not an easy task.
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Becoming myself,
in the light of a flint, I
come back to retrieve the story,
after the pernicious fall.
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An indecent
exposure. It was not
a game, to kill
a panther, moving
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Do not give me a shrine.
Not for me.

A no-name.
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In my assets
you blaze.
A past of you in my
future torments the wait.
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Poetry of vengeance.
This was not any pulverized
version of new memes, the
digital eating
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