In my void one day, I placed you
on the mantle, O Buddha, give me the peace
of love. I was upset to see you sad.
One by one the pains
come. The fruits ripen and fall in winds.
There is nothing left to remember.
A happy death turns
black. You were chained with poems.
to stop the time's revenge.
YOU ARE READING
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...