Carrying a pillar of
pain, I stand before the sun. The
dementia fails to spoil me.
What is the pathology
of flesh between the souls? Can we
count the steps of spiritual scream?
Picture was horror-struck.
The muse looks beyond the veil
that was covering the inferno.
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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...
