Street-the evil incarnate
runs after the people. I stay in smoke
to hide the pain of candle in wind.
I feel uneasy. Listen
to earth. Who was crying? I accost the moon.
I have to say something in the fog.
Bilberries leave the marks.
Your eyes are brown. Gold fishes swim.
I peel off my skin to see your face.
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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...