My Road was dusty.
Marigolds react. You cannot celebrate
an epic. At twilight it is dark.
There was a magical
show. You were walking under the
dim light of fireflies to burn the sky.
Can we perform? Don't
be afraid. There is mutualism.
A stream of words will take to the truth.
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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...
