Complicity was nude
Glass windows always betray the
contours of truth. Pain starts screaming.
The silence has many
roots. Why were you born in this
century? Afternoon was cool in black sun
The paradox of wordless
reality has many shades. Religion and
crimes have come nearer. I will stop praying.
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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...