Let me go alone to
meet the blameless, carrying a
pride flag remaining untouched.
True sequestered
under the shade of a fig tree, to die
or not to die. The crushed moon lies by side.
An abject recovery of
youthfulness, unshakable crotch.
ready to jump in a turbulent river.
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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...
