You are eating me
away, inch by inch in broad daylight.
A dying lamp still sits on the water.
The moon drops the blur light.
Do you know how the house breaks without
war? The prince lives in a wax palace.
The last tears have dried
up. The lies are rising in balloons.,
and the sky is coming down.
YOU ARE READING
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...
