Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.
The light sits on the
wall, to see the ash coated world,
living in black holes.
See, where we have come
Face masks will help to hide the defeat.
The cauldron was made ready.
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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...
Daring To Extinguish
Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.
The light sits on the
wall, to see the ash coated world,
living in black holes.
See, where we have come
Face masks will help to hide the defeat.
The cauldron was made ready.