Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.
I had decided to remove
my thumbs. World was going to
win to burn the books for a cult.
The author sits quietly.
Smiles at poison in milk. Why does she
want to play with the asps like Cleopatra?
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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...