I asked the shirtless moon,
when will you wear the cloud? What
happens when a paranoid calls the sun?
Life demands too much
to stay alive. Dear human, who will
not need mercy, when blood freezes?
I want to quit, go for
Exility. The cult violence was going
to destroy the pistillate to stop birthing roses.
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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...
