Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?
My mind flies like
a golden eagle, like also tender leaves of
weeping willow fly without wind.
Let colloquy start. I
have kept my poems in place. You send
only pistillate flowers.
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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...
