What you give becomes
silver to come around. The gold nuggets stick
to me. Why you were crazy about the whole moon?
The critique says why
the hunger opens the mouth. The mask
will protect all the unused words.
The sacred pain was mine.
I am indebted to you that before I bled,
you came running to make me rich.
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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...