A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.
Covered with flames. You
will become a comet. Ice, rocks, dust and
the water. You will weep without tears.
Are you everything? Blue
berries are blooming. I converse with
flowers of wilting roses.
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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...
