When the dark rules,
the religion of the genome starts
evolving. You can donate dead sperms.
Be a vampire. There is
no ethics in becoming mad. Can
you fill in the holes of heart?
I seek new ecopain.
The lineage of ascent has
collapsed. I look into the volcano.
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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...
