When the space between
threat and love disappears, I will find
my blood poem in your red eyes.
You nick yourself sometimes
in the light of the blue moon and the journey
of platelets starts for the unknown.
You said I am killing
myself. Around you the fire zooms.
I am standing on the deck, you scream.
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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...