Neutral in silent sounds
of war, to become immortal,
the heart will miss the beats violently.
Your hubris has pulled
down the savage sky. Now the flames.
will come to sing my poems.
Too painful for me
to eat hey. The thirst ignites the
candle to burn at both ends.
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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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Neutral in silent sounds
of war, to become immortal,
the heart will miss the beats violently.
Your hubris has pulled
down the savage sky. Now the flames.
will come to sing my poems.
Too painful for me
to eat hey. The thirst ignites the
candle to burn at both ends.