It was an ethereal
kiss. I shook my hand with the
immortal. The sting was pregnant.
Your love was morphetic.
Who was deathless in this world?
You are tied to me in the war of embrace.
It rakes the weeping tree.
Where does the god live? The roots
are in blood and thieves took away the fruits.
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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...
