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Satsih Verma Mar 2024
My human conscience
will not allow me to go for eye for an
eye. Not proper to make a shrine.

Have you learnt to
live? Life is always struggleful. Go
greek. I will not give my pain to you.

You become possessive,
when you are empty handed and you
want now to hang from a mango tree.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
An original love is
like a gold nugget, shines. This discovery
you want the sun's shelter for purity.

Tell me, is it the truth?
Neglecting a fallen man as a
holed tongue creates a story.

I want to see justice.
Science is becoming a god.
Live comfortably, but risk was there.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Keep your distress and
suffering- away from yourself. Not
you cry, not me. Neither killed anybody.

Blessing the moon,
why do you go for a bonfire ?The clouds
will walk on burning coals.

The roses will come to
embrace you one day and you decide
to stay on the dead water not to go anywhere.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
It is obvious. In the
loss of meaning, hundreds of questions
arise. I have not remained me.

At all times, my
words scream. What has been
left behind? For one small thorn, I bleed.

Every noise appears
a foot drop. You were not coming O god,
no love reaches from the pain.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Why were you so
hurt to stand the test of exploding?
Love in the body is cool?

The heart pain moon lands
in the arms of death flowers. The
comets start following the sun.

What was enlightened
religion to explain, what is life?
Let Plato speak what is death long truth.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
It was war of moons.
I want to live to see your
eyes. Mad you are Mad I am.

I am confused. If
god was true, there was no
lie. The communication must stop.

My poems laugh with
Me. The individuals cannot exist.
From where the dangers come?
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Staying in house, do
you remember the sun? There is always
a hidden pain. Our ends don't meet.

The streets are moving
without you. Dirt is increasing. The
winds take away all the poems.

Lot's of love. It is pure
and genuine. O god why does the
moon want to divide us?
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