You sacrifice me for the
hidden cause of self-destruction.
This age group creates carnage.
The jailor sleeps. I have
failed to stop the moonless night
for an owl's pilgrimage to execute the doves.
The hounds lick the cosmic
hand. Whose integrity is invincible
in the light of black sun?
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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...