Give me the night vision
under the sandstone and the ravaged candle
White tiger will not come out.
Who points the finger to
sea? The migrant doesn't want a refuge
in fire. Father looks from the sky.
It is hot, it is hot.
Do you need a drink in the
cup of moon ? Tears hang in the green eyes.
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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...
