Ultimately the god was
created by man, and Homo sapiens died.
A trembling voice said, I am not dead.
There was a poem without
a poet. Who writes the epitome of
ancien engraving onto the walls of time .
There was a holy crime.
Golden in the eyes of a song of blood
in the lone home on fire.
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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...
