Lungs ago, you were a
priest of ancient gods. Now you want to
sleep in a beautiful sarcophage.
You feel as if somebody
gropes you when you sleep, but forgetfully
a dot comes in between. Was it misconduct.
Unsealing a lotus flower,
when the poet sits on the coiled cobra.
After all you were also a creator.
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...
