The stress blooms Magnolias.
I am an avid observer. When trees sing
the words of my poem become flowers.
Frequent pains arise. I
think nothing for a while. Is it my world?
I imagine going to another planet.
I suddenly called you.
Your bowl shaped eyes are filled with tears.
Are you asking me to drink a cup of hemlock?
YOU ARE READING
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...
