Collecting the chips,
Reading. The Republic, I fear my.
fear in daylight. You wear my cloaks.
Perhaps you may not meet
the end. The travelogue has unlimited
halts. I will surrender to the moon.
Life demands too much.
You want to undress the tree of Ficus
Religiosa. New Buddha will not come back.
YOU ARE READING
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...
