Flesh of my poems
was my marker's bread. The skin of the sun
covers the bruised body of the moon.
Your belly was taut. I am
searching the button of life's shirt.
You will not come out of the snow.
Circles always surrender
to straight lines. Something has
broken me. I start writing again.
YOU ARE READING
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...
