I always felt somebody
standing by my side to show its
belonging to the moon and ocean.
Last words were thrown
up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever
climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.
Walking on sands leaving
foot marks as if to find the difference
between rhyme and suicide.
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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...
