You are a cannibal.
I will kill you. You call me angel. Pain
licks the wounds. A pilgrim turns back
I fear you. You fear me,
more in twilight of love. Life has no
sliding door dismembering soul.
I was preoccupied with
the murder of the meaning. The temple
still stands at the bank of dark river.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoetrySatish 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. You are taken aback. T...