A great hurt bleeds
Love was trampled under rose petals.
The right to kill will continue.
How a poem heals
the sorrow of a genocide. I will
not allow the world to end.
To join mushrooms
coming out like a fairy ring to cool
the fires in the eyes of the moon.
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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...
