Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.
You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.
What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole
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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...