My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.
Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.
Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.
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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...
