When the words end.
heart speaks It was a farewell. You
were sowing and reaper was harvesting.
It was the stampede of
thoughts. An obedience of morbidity.
The malady wins, eyes half-shut
My every poem enters
in you. The fluorescent light is
thrown on mistletoes. Long kisses wait.
YOU ARE READING
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...
