Honey love. East and West.
Assassination of no god, where the
bullet ends. The greed must die.
We sleep on the rose
petals, eyes half shut, dreaming of a
black hole, widening every moment.
Departure time. Are we
waiting for a famine? Can we make
a pure world? Can we swallow the tongue?
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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...
