In a charred house of
love, I smell night-scent and I
wonder, if hazy moon will ever look down.
Why don't we meet
if marigolds go on rampage. You
go mental without any face.
It was an analogy.
You walked with me in the dark to
reach the bonfire of stars.
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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...
The Pain Outlives
In a charred house of
love, I smell night-scent and I
wonder, if hazy moon will ever look down.
Why don't we meet
if marigolds go on rampage. You
go mental without any face.
It was an analogy.
You walked with me in the dark to
reach the bonfire of stars.