Suddenly my dreams
broke like white magnifolia flowers
and you sang the red in morning.
One day I will disappear
like a stag beetle in fog to find
humanism in violent animals.
Would you ever know
my hard life, when I was collecting
the pebbles to count the days I bled?
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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...
