The dysfunctional love grabs
the ocean to drown the Himalayas one time.
I say you cannot succeed.
Who tells your fortune
after sunset? Nobody pardons the fire,
that cares the burnt- out tongue.
The fangs of black cobra
are ready to strike the full white moon,
which fails to give you honey.
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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...