Satish Verma Poems

A kiss, which
came from the firefly,
when I was in pitch-dark.
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Not qualified,
to seek the right to live
on your terms.
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Template set,
I will become my
own enemy.
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You were very keen for
sense of smell. I have
stepped down from the ivory
tower, repeating myself.
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It was true.
Something had happened to me.
Killing my innocence―
I was dying daily.
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I will ask you
to kill the weird thoughts,
and become wordless,
like a verbatim, voiceless
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Distraught―
you were suspicious
of the bliss. Why had I
stolen you from
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I am sending you
a sea of zinnias,
asking the guardian angel
to protect you.
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The question
to solve cannibalism
was never genderless.
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There was no ending
in sight. You were not
a participant in―
my sadness.
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