Between death and
dying, light was racist. The
trauma kills earlier.
My poetry boils. It
was an ecological pain. You don't
want to go step by step.
This is the art of
human fall. The hands won't rise
to seek mercy from the unknown.
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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...
