Short Salvo Poems

You are peeling me off
like a crab.
Time has sunk very low.

For the hungry kids
who was growing crab apples ?

Creating art,
arriving between the pubes.

A microfossil
roosting within me.
I could live without oxygen.

Incandescent,
the liquid wounds.
I will not send any salvo.


Satish Verma...

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World
Of a Great truth the world is Sweet,
Shaking hands with those that got Understanding
Smiling and Mocking the Ignoramus.

Of 'ts fate the World satisfy all;
For her beauty,structure and tautology beckons
for Salvo.

Of a truth the World is large and full of gesture;
It waters the learner
And brings to Vertex of ones discovery.
                                                                    09/04/2003(9:30pm)...

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At The Footbridge

Two Armies

One shoots off another salvo
The other fires back with gusto
Each offended
At the aggression of the other

At the footbridge
Foot soldiers die
In agony you hear them all bloodied, cry
War is a must and you wonder why?

Kings collect gold
Queens their ladies in waiting
Castles must be filled
With linens and fine silver laden

All with justifications
For the death of serfs and those of the invasion...

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This humble musician so sad,
got upset of being always trodden 
by the swaggy salvo of neglect.
He tried to impress people by his music,
but its timid tune reached nowhere,
dissipated unheard in the thin air.

He once listened to the call of his soul,
wanted to be heard loud and bold, 
so got a trumpet from cacophonous market.
On a moonshine night when people slept,
he tried but couldn’t blow his trumpet,
for it turned into a feeble flute.

August 30, 2019...

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