Satish Verma Poems

You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.
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I wanted nothing
from you, O prophet
of the holy tomb.
Lie in rest.
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I will touch the body
of your soul. My conscience pricks.
You dived in my poems.
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Cannot finish a
poem without you in the moon.
Bystander named you.
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After descent was
a puerile attempt to save
the virgin's blues.
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The priest drops the child
and will go celibate.
Time to wear a cloak.
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Standing alone in
dying light, to find darkness of
sun crying in bushes.
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I am trying not to
think loud, analyse, undress scars.
Tremors will answer.
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Between dead and live
god sleeps in the golden crib
to rename unborn.
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Look into my eyes.
I was changing every day
to read your genes.
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