In the absence of an azure
pain, the divine hemlock becomes
edible. Yen by yen I was nearing you.
The breeze in your locks
smiles. I am hungry for diagnosis.
The moon sends a purified hug.
I have crossed yourself.
to find the sparks in dark caves
of the silence. Who will go first?
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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...
