Inscrutable was diurnal
pain. You were under surveillance
between dream and reality.
Photolysis stops. Are you
alive? The poignant juvenile moon
was unveiled to see the wounds of earth.
You come in limelight.
The lineage is breaking. I don't want
the second hand love to engage gold-digging.
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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...