In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.
The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.
It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.
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Satish Verma Poems
שיריםSatish 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...
Who Was Disappearing?
In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.
The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.
It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.