The eternal pain exploited.
I don't belong to me. A hiatus breaks
the emaciated trust. I want to quote Socrates.
At night you come to
unroll the red carpet to dwell in my
tears, accosted by blind light.
Will you burn the past?
There was no dearth of bleeding.
hearts. Weeping willows start laughing.
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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...