It is a moonday to
lift you again. My pain steps down.
The art of healing begins.
First you nibble my
hand, then resurrection takes place
You play well in deep hurts.
Try my patience. It
is my thirst. I inhale the sacred
smoke of a ceremony to die again.
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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...
