Not a single word,
to sink the pain. Can you make a hole in
water? The waves grope. I cry to rescind.
I become my own path.
The pestilence teaches me a lesson.
Your body becomes a storm.
There was endless looting.
Trying to find my lost poems. I was
sick and not sick. Anxiety deathless.
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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...
