A broken hand picks
the last word in deep depression.
This was colossal revenge.
What was the questionable
dance of overtures? The predatory
habit will not go. A shadow on lake.
Were you standing on the moon?
I try to be true to myself. Waited for you
for centuries. You would not come.
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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...