You cheated on the moon
like a nomadic love. A feline attacks
ferociously on the white cobra.
The red hedge was of
hawthorn. Here lies the decapitated
body of a. wounded deity
My god you could
hear the cries of blue butterflies
burning under the canopy of the garden?
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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...
Black Kindness
You cheated on the moon
like a nomadic love. A feline attacks
ferociously on the white cobra.
The red hedge was of
hawthorn. Here lies the decapitated
body of a. wounded deity
My god you could
hear the cries of blue butterflies
burning under the canopy of the garden?