Short Inherits Poems
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The oppressed inherits the mind of the oppressor.
The victim inherits the pain of the aggressor.
The student inherits the knowledge of it’s professor.
the mist attenuates mountains until distance inherits the burden of lost memory
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Here lie a dentist and his wife.
Long in the tooth they left this life.
Young Smith inherits in the will
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Time warped, perception bleak. Clay bodies falling apart.
The shift of stance in reality motions the notion, that inherits a vast chasm of possible retribution.
Cracked mood shifts met with insomniacs last choice, lies wake with the dread of falling asleep.
The body mind and soul in divine material consciousness,
Unleashes false ego annihilating awareness;
But nature inherits all the ingredients of true dharma,
While "I" individuals contemplate they perpetrate karma;
Between dharma and karma it is the knowledgeable Saya,
That remains unattached to the ever evasive Maya.
WOMB -
Dark and deep inside.
Suffocated and unconscious.
Soul inherits the body.
A new child is born.
In between -
Joys and griefs.
Part and parcel of life.
TOMB -
Life breathes its last.
Soul abandons the body.
Back to the eternity.
Back to dark and deep inside.
From womb to tomb
The soul-cycle continues
From tomb to womb.
A middling pudding on the table
flies hover in the livery stable
Mud-covered boots ascend to garrets
frowzy days London inherits
Dickensian scenes to rive your heart
by urchins, street vendors torn apart
Yankees delight in their ‘good old days’
Englishmen sniff the rot of decay
Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.
The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.
Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.
SATISH VERMA
The simplest weed
will rightfully
inherits heaven's blessing
True perfection
- jewels are trifles
29.06.2022
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Night inherits day's endless chitchat,
shares it with the starlit canopy
holding imagination thereat.
She is on the wrong side of normal,
as if she's a mental amputee
or lives on a lonely sea’s atoll.
She fancies she is a butterfly
or a flower-chasing bumblebee,
but I reckon she's a damselfly.
Let her frolic in her fantasy,
ever in that starlit apogee~
forever night's lovely adoptee!
Space, immobile as the wind that never stirs
unless some pivotal calm inherits, serves,
I love you there, the being not unnerve!
Where silence walked beside, between embalm
of yesterday, our joy, our moment's psalm,
I love thee there, not in conventions alms.
I love thee, giving praise
when all else harms,
a necessary space, the self's alarm!
I love thee though alone
God's promised balm!
Today I’m grateful for understanding my importance in the continuum of life…
my place in the spectrum of happiness and peace…
and knowing no matter how old I grow
my importance will never diminish or cease.
Because every generation inherits a world it did not create…
and to that world must add more love, acceptance and laugher
as that generation become the guardians…the trustees
of the generation…coming after.
Look at the brilliance this fascinating planet inherits,
It is intriguing,
unlike my very own,
the sphere of life at its finest,
waters deep blue, and sky just alike.
air so crisp, mist blowing onto my soft skin,
It feels like I am alien to this world,
but truth be told,
I am human,
that has been in my world
so long that I have forgotten the one,
in which I truly live
I am a human,
yet still,
an alien on Earth
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
Everyone has a favorite pond.
Where they come to place garnish upon...
Some bring koi and water lilies.
Singing stones- the scent of mint.
Wading birds dressed in paradise.
Cattails waltzing with the wind.
Envy arrives at your pond.
With treble hooks and buckshot eyes.
Turning tranquility into graves.
Plastic bags dancing in the shade.
Serenity forever pocked, a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks.
As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soul
extracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct
inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered
moon goes into a rage. Hungry vultures start
a wait for the fall of a titan, stimulating the sun
to exhibit the trove of the golden rings. Go
blackberries, with bloody roses into the dawn.
Whole night our bones had gone crazy. Flickering
like stars on the lake of speechless body.
All his life he was searching for the windows
to let in the fire for burning up the boots.
Satish Verma
Intrepid damsel,
a heroine unsung.
A willing martyr
with courage
unrivalled.
Unransomed captive
with a ransom
infinite.
She gladly faces
death with eternity
in view.
Like her lover before her,
she chooses to be
a sacrificial lamb
to the slaughter.
Leah Sharibu,
the heroine unsung.
She that chooses to mortify
her passions
for timeless paradise.
Hardly daunted by
Kalashnikovs and
thunderous explosives,
she inherits a world
deemed abstract by
unfaithful adherents.