Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.
One road goes to a funeral
ground, other to a temple without
any deity. What path will you take?
There was no ceremony
to remember the panlove or a holocaust.
I want a shoulder to carry my broken bones.
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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...