This was my moon
day. In the dark sky, love to take
a leap? Who was a drunkard?
I don't think about
myself to create something new.
Why did you come with roses?
I see you naught.
Like a meteor shower sends a
scented smell to cool my burning poem.
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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...
