Satish Verma Poems

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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Before the sun dies,
I want to see you.

About destiny, with your
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Cleaning the Augean
stables, I was going
to punish myself.
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In absence of words,
the silence rules. Dying
color of moon conceives
a sun.
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One day―
you may become,
your own revenge.
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Diluting the night,
you went for the lady
of moon, stalking the thought
of distance.
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An article will ask you
to change, to become unique,
before demographic
innovation destroys you.
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Moon down I will
give a putsch to forget
a fiercely contested
claim.
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Will go to any length,
reeking of moonlight
to reconnect with you.
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