It is the apocalypse. My
poems are uncovered. There is
no difference between man and the beast.
The armageddon wakes me.
In palm deserts the flowers are not
the same. Predators are appearing.
Tear-washed faces have
become turtles. Blind and deaf.
Do you hear the sad violin?
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...