Carnivores bring
diversity. The end of horizon
was visible. Do you rub your hands?
The sadness appears
at the surface of the sea. The earthen
lamps sink. Tonight moon will not come.
Listen to the falling
star on the horns of a stag. Who
had become a prey of jaguar?
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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...
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Carnivores bring
diversity. The end of horizon
was visible. Do you rub your hands?
The sadness appears
at the surface of the sea. The earthen
lamps sink. Tonight moon will not come.
Listen to the falling
star on the horns of a stag. Who
had become a prey of jaguar?