When you touch the
moon, my body sings. On the skeleton
of the ficus leaf I will draw your face.
The horror comes home
not Homo sapiens. De novo at delta
I will catch homophobia.
How long was the age
of a tyrant? Something slips from my hand.
What was the message of blood?
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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...
