Undressing the moon
clouds want to kill the lovebirds.
I cross the vision for a nuance.
This was a paradigm.
Why are things disappearing?
Mimicry will not like poetry.
Like Mimosa pudica,
you shrink in a blast to get a tattoo.
The sparrows find the lost homes.
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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...
