Unyielding, I was
fighting a living holocaust laced with
blood. Who wants a second death.
The moon will always
dodge me. l am abdicating the
crown of lies. Every love was a thorn..
You shape my pains.
Time squeezes. How much you
will give your tears to wash me?
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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...
