My primordial agony
turns into the love of an angel of dreams.
Can you walk on the mirage?
Wickedness was evident.
People want to wear the masks of their whole
face. Unrecognized they want to rape the truths.
The hate opens the holy book
and searches the stings of scorpions.
Who was dragging the bag of snakes?
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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...