Satish Verma Poems

The bio sheet remains
incomplete.
I am leaving the papers blank.
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Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.
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This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying
heights you throw the
vesicants.
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Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after
becoming rich. You start
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty.
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Valentine?
What do you want
to read?
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I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos.
Though I was not the doer
yet I did't fail in my journey
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After the full moon
I will collect roses
from your ashes.
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An outsider
living in binary format,
without duality
like waves and particles
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Celebrating the death.
Neither physical, nor nostalgic-
I adore the finish,
in place of wages.
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Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish.
From dirt a face rises.
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