You come like a solar
storm. Two dark eyes would hit you to
stop. Was it the ingenuity before twilight?
Cult-not religion was
my loss. I will divest all my gains.
Incarceration will speak now.
A banquet is ready
to eat the glints. Come to fire and
drink the sweet hemlock.
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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...
