Why grass was ravaged?
Genocide scrambles. I want to
witness the critique of history.
The kindle hour is gone
I was brutally killing the chance. What
would you do with your black pain?
Sun slams the tall trees.
Why were roots coming out in
moon to define virginity and beyond.
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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...