To be honest first,
with flesh of grain and golden whips
by selling the sacred truths.
Can you make antimatter
on barren land ? History will sit on you.
I will remain wayward
Night was not tender
It was my wound. Heart beats can
betray. It was my confession.
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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...
