Satish Verma Poems

Remaining hawk
in voyage of tears, birthing
a poem.
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Do not knock out the water from the eyes,
each dropp is temple
each dropp is death.
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Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly.
Gothic tree and drooping sky
humble my thoughts.
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When you forget to
cross the darkness, the moon
declares not to come again.
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Coming out of the cemetry,
Faith, does not tell you the truth.
Becomes chaste innocence,
Of imbeciles.
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What I don't see, I
see. I will go where I don't reach.
The human failing shines.
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I was trying to mend
my mutilated poems without you.
Sometimes a nimble hand hurts.
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In reality― you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.
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Anxiety was touching the mime
I cannot hold a reality.
We were playing with each other.
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You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.
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