Was it physical, when
you touched the heart? Why did
you leave something, which is a mystery?
My pain still lives
in the poems after refuting the desolation
of humanity. A crack bellows the fire
I was I am not. I
talk and talk to find the truth of
crying earth. Will it survive after its murder?
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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...
