Terrified. Something great,
unknown of lips and kisses, chewing
bitter hawthorn. But we two think separately.
Years are becoming very
small. They're like jaguars without
hooves. I drink from your hands.
I was losing weight
of truth. The masses of glory are
no more first to leave the garden of bones.
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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...