Are you a returnee
from a lion man? The clay ripens
brown in the sun for centuries.
Love cannot remain
asymptomatic. Like Cleopatra you always
had worn-out wounds and flints.
No, not me will smile
after the death to take revenge
on the god, because man kills man.
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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...
