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A fear stalks me on the road.
Sun was very aloof and cold.
Cannot stop the decline,
give me prayers of your lips.
You talk of dark children dying
when I was losing consciousness.

Will not question the ink of death
or silence of night.
The random greed of man walks
in golden ruins without listening.
I am counting my years wasted
in pursuit of crazy dreams of climbing a watchtower.

Hunger had become a great teacher.
Pain becomes a face. Limbs and shadows
seek justice after rape and murder.
Something seeps in me. Wounds bleeding
on my hands, I dig the floor of the moon
where God was sleeping.

Submitted by Satish Verma.


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Ambling on beach in dark
when the lake laps the feet.
Sometimes I wish to walk away
on the water like a dragonfly.


Trying to figure out
what happened?
Lake Huron went
into flames!


Up, above
a white ship was sailing.
On water,
thousands of boats.

Submitted by Satish Verma.


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Oh God
I don’t believe you
for irretrievable sins in me.

My grandchild was asking
why did you have to go?
I had no answer.

My eyes were damp.
Okay, cannot hold you grandpa,
will you come again?

I was the end,
I was the beginning.
I kissed the burning tears of my small chit.
I said, let me go,
Set me free,
I will come, one day in you,
you are me.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

Morning Star

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There was no beginning
no ending.
Beyond tomorrow
you will be, what you were not.
Words would disappear,
only meaning will be left.

The interval ceases to be
from ’wasness’ to open pathway.
When you are not ready
I will be there to lift the veil.

My total pain surges forward today.
Quietly death opens the door
to welcome the lost child,
whose burden was his taste.

Farewell to the visitors of night.
The morning star is rising.

Submitted by Satish Verma.


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Go, my sun go.
Collect all your golden leaves
and leave me with pink wounds.

Go, my son go.
Collect all your lies
and leave me with bare bones.
Lying in bed with saddened eyes
I count the mistakes, eternities
and chew the years.

It had been a long journey
from cloud to cloud,
time to dropp on dew again.
I return to silence
feed it my body.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

In The Wonder Sky

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in the wonder sky oh!
in the wonder sky oh!
who is coming by
he is with beard,
he always wear red clothes
and he fly over with a deer
it is like a dream
like a biscuit in a cream!
oh! i got it !
oh! i got it !
it is santa santa santa clouse
it is santa santa santa clouse
ohh! santa clouse
ohh! santa clouse
in a big sledge
with wonderful gifts
he is coming near by oh !
he is coming near by oh!
crossing the hill
crossing the streams
giving the smiles
for the little limes
who are the children
santa clouse has disturbuted the gifts
i wish him and to you all merry christmas and a happy new year.

Submitted by srishti das .


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Tie the knot with my mortgaged life –
I have started the self-descent.

Don’t leave me alone –
I have to unload some debts.
It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten
my alphabet and become illiterate.
Your consent is must
for starting a new journey.

I am neither afraid, nor worried
but fever is rising, like a flood
and ridge was collapsing.
The death was unknown to me –
it will come one day as a guest
and stay with me forever.

Times have rattled me enough
and sword hangs from the roof.
Why do I dream such?
The dichotomy between gold and lies
will start one day. I cannot go back
to my dilapidated house where I met the first words.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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