To happen and between
happened there was, a time to introspect,
hatching a cryptic ache.
Sitting on the rainbow in
morning, the importance of justice was
evident. But black clovers snatched.
I will repeat. The arc
was very long. Who hangs to commit
suicide in the showers of blessings?
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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...