This life has sunk
too low. You want to go in disguise
after the hawk disheveled.
Your memories will not
sleep. The child in you wakes up
at every bell. The weaver dozes off.
Shoreline is far off. Blood
tastes like water. Socrates wants to
pay the debt before he drinks hemlock.
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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...