Short Predicates Poems

Morning rests
           in your predicates and
           charms ...
           Morning shakes and pulsates
           among all my wishes
           almost saints, almost unclean ...!...

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that has been, was so raven
that you were hugging vanity
for the deportation of death
as a living;

fake predicates of a genius
like words falling as bucketfuls
of lies,

back to back coffer dams
collapsing, submerging

seers’ sarcophagi,

and the annual rings were becoming
deeper, mossed in misery,
his book of moon blackened,

goodbye, the dark unsinkable,
I am going to be reborn
in the abyss of my own sorrow


SATISH VERMA...

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