Poems by Satish Verma

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  • In the dust
    from the dust. I will see your...

  • It was a summer night.
    A windswept moonbeam...

  • A fugitive moon
    appeared, after the blaze of the sun...

  • While peeling
    an orange I think of...

  • Can you enlarge the moment,
    when the time stopped and...

  • Your hands were chopped off.
    How will you write...

  • A stand-off between grass and moon
    marginalized the perfume of night...

  • Like swapping your face for
    a tormentor. Stop the rains...

  • Festival of?
    earthen lamps...

  • Freezing was not required
    for the casket. It only contained...

  • O my Master!
    I am breaking rank...

  • In the waning moon
    you were talking...