After the compound stab
like a suicide note, there was left nothing.
The space was increasing.
You wanted everything
to release the fog. It was divinity to
divide the intimacy between the same souls.
What is enough to live
again? Who needs meditation after
incarceration. Let the green trees give epiphany.
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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...
