A midnight break.
The burning door. Manslaughting
begins. Dehumanizing. Terra firma cries.
A new fall. Moon is
fading rains tears. An unborn
god dies. Somewhere you are caged.
Night terrors. A lilly shuts
the eyes. The blind iris starts searching
Buddha in the garden of the love.
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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...
