Pain of the day. I hurt
myself. You pretend. At first I slip.
Then the snowdrop bends me.
I will not break in
the sounds of love. You listen to the
fall of a vagabond moon in water.
The starved leaves whistle.
Will you talk with the wind? You hear
the voices of the body in hollow land?
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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...
