The gods of the road
sign. Today they are going to ache
from the dirt of barefoot travellers.
My hands touch you in
air, when the perfumes caress your
red cheeks in the twilight.
O love, what are your
plans to kiss the black roses to meet
the heart of restless Agni.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Satish Verma Poems
ŞiirSatish 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...
My Face, Your Face
The gods of the road
sign. Today they are going to ache
from the dirt of barefoot travellers.
My hands touch you in
air, when the perfumes caress your
red cheeks in the twilight.
O love, what are your
plans to kiss the black roses to meet
the heart of restless Agni.