The deep layers of ash
are covering the history of impunity.
My unconscious spirit breeds death.
Where does the heart live?
Cannot stop the waking of iris in eternal
darkness. No light gives any feeling.
Will you open your eyes?
I wake for the script. Nobody dies.
The granite was melting.
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...