Sometimes my hands
arrest me at night. I talk to myself to
make me reach the soul.
A poem springs from
the pain of heart. There was no
come-ness. I explore the black panthers.
I read Rumy, Pablo Neruda
and Khalil Gibran. Truth moves from.
one page to another. God shuts the eyes.
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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...
