The words are flying
away, enigmatically. There was a
family of god. Is the end drawing near?
Half- way you are talking
about sequences. Oceans are on fire.
A weak voice cries. I don't want to die
Who will call from the future?
The night will dance for the solar eclipse.
Don't touch me. I will not melt.
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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...
