It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.
It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.
Why did you stand against
the fire?. The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory pricks the ocean.
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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...
