Today my dancer fish
died. How did she know, the death
was nearby. She went to a nook to lie down.
Again my old pain comes
back. A parrot was imitating a tall
man. All the parrots were burnt alive.
Remaining poor I made
you a rich and immortal O god, to stay
in the sanctum sanctorum walls of gold.
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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...
