Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.
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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...
