The speeding light from
the sand hills was piercing. The
expansionism crumbles.
There was a need to
be undressed. I am haunted by unknown
voices coming from the moon.
Give me some paisa
to become rich. Poverty was my biggest
friend..Till now it walks like a lion.
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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...
