This was a benign
separation, to meet in the dead sea-
one day. The white veils had red spots.
Is it the beginning of
voracious end in broad daylight? Smoke was
coming from a deep heart.
I share the sage bush
to give a pungent smell, like a saint
giving the thoughts to spikes.
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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...
