You will not let go
the proximal scream, from the milky
way lacerated in moonlight.
In dystopia the undying
pain feeds my poems. Aspiration sits
on your lips to be inhaled.
The hands shut my
eyes. Can you remove the boundaries?
Cried you one day, cried me one day.
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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...
