Perhaps you know, 
that you do not know, 
the moment of truth is here, 
and we are at the cross roads. 

Night is without a cloud 
and crescent moon is questioning a star. 
Ghost of strayed peace 
has slided back in dark. 
Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 

Planting the tender flowers on lips 
I find nothing. I think I will go 
for a new lover. 
Strawberry was your choice, 
but I always craved blue berries. 
Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 

Your eyes are unreadable, 
a watery grave of pain. 
Something impossible should happen 
Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.

Satish Verma

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LOVE & PAIN

Perhaps you know, 
that you do not know, 
the moment of truth is here, 
and we are at the cross roads. 

Night is without a cloud 
and crescent moon is questioning a star. 
Ghost of strayed peace 
has slided back in dark. 
Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 

Planting the tender flowers on lips 
I find nothing. I think I will go 
for a new lover. 
Strawberry was your choice, 
but I always craved blue berries. 
Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 

Your eyes are unreadable, 
a watery grave of pain. 
Something impossible should happen 
Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.

Satish Verma

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LOVE & PAIN

Perhaps you know, 
that you do not know, 
the moment of truth is here, 
and we are at the cross roads. 

Night is without a cloud 
and crescent moon is questioning a star. 
Ghost of strayed peace 
has slided back in dark. 
Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 

Planting the tender flowers on lips 
I find nothing. I think I will go 
for a new lover. 
Strawberry was your choice, 
but I always craved blue berries. 
Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 

Your eyes are unreadable, 
a watery grave of pain. 
Something impossible should happen 
Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.

Satish Verma

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LOVE & PAIN

Perhaps you know, 
that you do not know, 
the moment of truth is here, 
and we are at the cross roads. 

Night is without a cloud 
and crescent moon is questioning a star. 
Ghost of strayed peace 
has slided back in dark. 
Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 

Planting the tender flowers on lips 
I find nothing. I think I will go 
for a new lover. 
Strawberry was your choice, 
but I always craved blue berries. 
Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 

Your eyes are unreadable, 
a watery grave of pain. 
Something impossible should happen 
Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.

Satish Verma

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LOVE & PAIN

Perhaps you know, 
that you do not know, 
the moment of truth is here, 
and we are at the cross roads. 

Night is without a cloud 
and crescent moon is questioning a star. 
Ghost of strayed peace 
has slided back in dark. 
Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 

Planting the tender flowers on lips 
I find nothing. I think I will go 
for a new lover. 
Strawberry was your choice, 
but I always craved blue berries. 
Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 

Your eyes are unreadable, 
a watery grave of pain. 
Something impossible should happen 
Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.