I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.
The pain will not pay
heed. I continue to wash my wounds.
with blood. Can it be retrieved?
The vultures are descending.
I am collecting the cadavers. There
were no scars. Who washed them?
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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...