I was going to call
you beast without a yoke. My timeless
dust will not shut the eyes.
A lone walk reminds me
of revelation. Was it true that there
was a body to speak like us?
A lotus stands in mud
as a witness in waiting for the rise
and fall of the sun in a blue lake daily.
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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...
