Lift my moon and
erase the blot. Time has come.
Are we ready for extinction?
Honey lips move in
raining bombs. The stone faces
will not survive with mankind.
You are going to live
or not going to live. How can you
dispose of the corpses after the carnage?
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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...
