Sometimes your face
disappears. Gods were nowhere.
My plight was to unknow myself.
A grudge beats the water.
Cannot Ignite your opus. Pasteur-
ization was always incomplete.
You eat the limbs of
argument, to spurt the blood.
I cannot hear the blast any more.
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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...
Hierarchy
Sometimes your face
disappears. Gods were nowhere.
My plight was to unknow myself.
A grudge beats the water.
Cannot Ignite your opus. Pasteur-
ization was always incomplete.
You eat the limbs of
argument, to spurt the blood.
I cannot hear the blast any more.