The man cannot become a
tadpole. The ocean has dried up. Who
opens the big mouth?.Black hole?
It gorgonized the grass.
Dew drops were searching the
blue eyes of a fallen goddess.
After Vedas where the
truth would live in a script written on
the heart of a failed god?
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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...
