Give me my weird
pain, after you have immersed the
ashes of books, you never read.
A wrong dynasty-
monster, stealing our love words.
No space left to sit the idols.
Blood spurts like a hot
spring to shame the golden knife.
Where do the memories come from?
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...
