Born in moments of love,
you were domiciled in truth. Holy bath.
You are now leaving the nest.
Pink apples start rolling.
No purpose would succeed. Only
apology for old weapons will work.
No dreams come in the
sequence. Bleeding from heart is
same. Listen, my poems speak.
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...
