I have lived my poems.
The truth walks between knowledge
and existence. In split -second comes moon.
It filters the metaphysics
What pain I have, not asked for it.
The mud stream moves on to kill.
What my love was, to
do any sin. Make a red comet to
burn away my wax palace.
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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...
