Deep gaping. For that
you go to eat fire like cassowary.
The dragonflies float to hunt the stars.
My voice will not die
after the call of the sky. Where is requiem?
Has the hate been buried in water?
I will survive with
kingfishers, though hurt in catching
the stones, while making a wall of flowers.
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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...