A sea anemone watches
the expanding bank of turbulent
water to stretch the full moon.
Traveling to no place,
I ask the ash and smoke to go up.
Was there any cure of heart pain?
Who will let go now the
speechless? I want only prayers of
immigrants to hide the sun.
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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...
