I don't understand,
what I muse. The legacies were
very rich for a long meaning.
Beauty and love, l
will read the Gita. Then comes a barren
truth in between the lies.
There was no fever. Still
the winter does not go. The candle
burns but no light at feet. Only sorrow.
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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...
