Collective fall in passing.
I will design a beautiful mortuary.
The courier will deliver the cadavers swiftly.
The balloons are going
very high. The other planets laugh.
Death is very cheap. Poors are happy.
Who was making gold
without color. In deep jewels, there are black
smudges. No one wants to become another moon.
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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...