Rip open your chest.
I will enter in you to meet the
god. I owe much to my suffering.
A rose finch drinks the blood
of a sea bird while singing. My
lonesome poetry bleeds.
I search appropriately
for neomodern words. I want
to love my primeval heritage.
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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...
