For me the future will
not come. After the assassination no
pain was left. Blood had many debts to pay.
Not day all night, I was
knitting a sweater for the moon ,who
had been singing for me.
Flowering of the pangs explodes.
Creation of a new epic begins. After
my fingers always draw question marks.
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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...