When you undress before
yourself, a smell of the presence
spreads. The cow was on fire.
The panther will not
move. Scars would not bleed but pain
persists. Fear and anxieties wash.
I need quietness. Howling
of wolves stops. I am blue drunk.
White papers will not spit.
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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...
