Do I live for virginity
after a wild kiss of a blue flame?
I had snatched you from the fig tree.
Why was there apartheid?
You had mingled with tears after the
rape of truth. I want to shrink now.
Money will not matter.
I will start collecting emeralds
after the nightstand. It was sedated.
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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...
