Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the
desert, what was left in the brain.
On the other side of life,
would you accept the god leaving
the temple, and the destruction starts ?
When it is raining, I will
ask ,what mirrors in you ?You
were not ready to live in hell.
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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...