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Satsih Verma Sep 2021
Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.

Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.

Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
I am developing awareness
of your parted lips. Something was
left to say, your ankles had stopped ringing,

I am not a holder of
candles. Want to stay in the dark to
look at the falling moon on the burning pyre.

Barefoot I walk on the
hot ashes, after the collective suicide
of the utopia, without a war.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
The sword hangs. You
will not scream. There was stigma.
No style. I think. Let it go.

What magic. There
was huge money in asylum. Golden
eagle. Comorbidity. Black fungus.

Is it possible to find
human, who lives beyond himself?
Where is the truth? The poem says in me.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
Unfazed I send my
poem to you. This is my work
of blood to convey the agony of departure.

Between love and resistance
there was a happy pain. I was a rebel
always to lead my art of dying.

It was my destiny to
refuse to surrender. This was
my dream, my night, my fireworks.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
After the debris is cleared,
the animals will raise an argument
about physical vs spiritual.

A beast invites you for
a vision in a vision. Take me to
burning pyres to collect the ashes..

The muse suffers. Where
to go? Will you bring a rebellion against
the dream sellers in broad daylight.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.

It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.

Why did you stand against
the fire?. The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory ****** the ocean.
Satsih Verma Sep 2021
Why did you look back
after saying goodbye. The syncope
plays its hand. Nobody wants to win.

Why did you **** the
trees? They cry. The invisible blood
drips at night. Don't do it with clouds.

Only the candle sends you
light, by burning the wax of eyes.
O god is there any solace by giving soul?
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