Unabated Rage
borrowed from the roses
sits today on my lips.
Crowded with pricks
at night, words move
around the flickering flames.
Thoughts.
They fly like sparrows
encircling the mind.
The sky falls. Import
of faceless assaults thickens. Red
poppies bloom in wheat fields.
White mushrooms,
come up in summer to complain
against the muted surrender of clouds.
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No One Was Real
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If God Wills
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What Else
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Not To Be Understood
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No Makeup
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "No One Was Real"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "If God Wills"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "What Else"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "Not To Be Understood"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "No Makeup"
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