A lookalike waits for
me. It is outrageous. Who wants to be
stoned to become immortal.
O demolisher, come
again. You can touch my bones
and gather my skin and write an elegy.
The pain has no company.
The scarred body burns in the hot sun
and wears a black coat.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoésieSatish 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...
Blood Signs On Sands
A lookalike waits for
me. It is outrageous. Who wants to be
stoned to become immortal.
O demolisher, come
again. You can touch my bones
and gather my skin and write an elegy.
The pain has no company.
The scarred body burns in the hot sun
and wears a black coat.