My eyes undress to
salute the agni to mesmerize the
ruined truths of morality.
The navel opens. You try
to give a moonlight dance in
baffled sky of a burial witness.
In howling winds, first
let me kill the animal in me. An angel
knocks at the door to see me alive.
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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...
