My mind was numb. Hologram.
I want to hold the wheel of the sun.
Something breaks in your heart.
It was an icy pause.
A butterfly dies in my closed hand.
The watcher understands the apathy.
Where is the pain of
separation? Could you burn like the
moon? I want to shut out tomorrow.
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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...
