What ignites you when
snow falls on your eyes and you start
seeing the nightmares of fire.
Still pain. What you begin
to feel. Temple was black. Inside
the jewels sit as golden moons on walls.
You look different now.
What your vision will tell. Mountains
are walking on the bodies of humans.
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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...