A blood moon comes
back without murder. I was talking
of the love after betrayal.
You exist like a woodpecker
I try to understand me, precociously.
Love's pain was always a guide.
The weird thoughts become
a saint. You want to read the book.
I think I will become a voyager.
YOU ARE READING
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...
