Sacrificed a winter rose
for you. What was in your hand, when
I asked, do you know the actual?
Something was that, one in my
poems, to find the purpose of love.
How long should I live to know you?
A secret comes out like
a guest, under a big fig tree, like
second Buddha out of ordinary.
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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...