The question is, why
does one die? I catch the flying words.
Mortality takes care of the curtain. Drama ends.
The heart speaks, after
the clouds. Rainbow comes. The
edge sharpens for kindness.
The renegade wants to
come back after the war. Religion may
not agree. Where was the god?
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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...