Satish Verma

June 5, 1935
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The Naked Book

Come and sleep with me,

I said to moon. We have to

talk about earth's fidelity.

Don't become a neo-rich.

I was afraid to

lose you in my songs.

A poet will always

remain contrarian. An enigma

covers the smile of a rose.

Then a tactical withdrawal

from the stars crowd. You had

wanted only the full moon.

A blood spill will

never tell you, why the blackbuck

was shot in broad daylight.

You freeze, will not move.

The gift of your bust lies in dust.
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