It was raining blood.
I am frozen. No paternal gene.
Silence was weird. A cake.
Don't stand in the line
of kill. What a name can do? It becomes
dangerous. Needed self- restraint.
What was claimed? I
want the milk of you. I am impacted. No
war. Every pain deceives, like stray moon.
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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...