We have come very
near to each other. The drums are ready
to go, before our assassination.
Like primitive Neanderthals,
I am carving a lined pictograph
of sobre thoughts on Hibiscus.
The solitude in haze
still calls you. The raw and burning
hurts are blood loving on the moon.
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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...
