To carry back the legacy
you stand like the sea horse in silent
water. Who made this plasma?
You like me, I know O god
It was an anti-love drama. We are in
relationship to kill each other.
Crisp and dry, the lips
of violet flames were always making ashes.
The color of the rusted home becomes blood.
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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...