I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.
Rowing in the circles.
Ambivalent? Was there a love constant?
Stay as a poet I ask the moon.
It was explicit. Insane flesh?
Why do you hold on in the dark. The
pain does not go, curdling fear.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoesiSatish 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...