Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?
Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.
Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.
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...
