On timeline I start
finding the sun in darkness. The
pain has to come, but will not.
With whom I would
talk to arrange the full bodied
drowned truths in our hearts.
The silver barge cannot stand
in the cyclone-unheard..Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Satish Verma Poems
ŞiirSatish 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...
Golden Birds Are Falling
On timeline I start
finding the sun in darkness. The
pain has to come, but will not.
With whom I would
talk to arrange the full bodied
drowned truths in our hearts.
The silver barge cannot stand
in the cyclone-unheard..Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.