Hazy thoughts and half-
words were going to make the landscape
of static deities. You are with yourself.
Excuse me for climbing
on clouds. Ah, the dictionary of stars
was not explaining the truth of slayed tomorrow.
In the smile of the mannequin
the unborn love of brown eyes was
trying to make a perfect god.
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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...