Incredible, in dark the
peers were walking in brilliance. Let
then be happy. But the protagonist was raising a wall.
My bright moons were
short on light. I'm pulling down the curtains.
My anxiety becomes Venus.
Creativity, like blood leaks
from the heart. Nobody brings water. The
womb remains empty. Pain comes back.
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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...