In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.
To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.
To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.
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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...
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In the forlorn-hope the
ash on forehead, sacrificing my
pain, I will find my poem.
To stop the killing of
my land. In my chest lives a small
Buddha. You went a little too far.
To heal the scourging
bruises. Why do you lower the watch?
Earth has many enemies waiting.