What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real ? Peace will never come.
If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.
We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.
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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...
