You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.
Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.
There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you kill the moon.
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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...
