You drink marijuana
and become Orpheus. You are still
alive though dead long back.
Was it serendipitous?
You burn every book and read the
ash and agni. Nightingale sings.
When you look outside,
you are searching inside. The creator
becomes creation in the temple of god.
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...
