God is not present. Don't
quit the blue sky. The last star
of my eye will stand for burning moon.
Cannot bid you adieu.
I have to change my world. This
September I will light the lamps in a storm.
Memory reminds me of the
genocides. As I like, it gives me a
mystic reply. I will wait for the end.
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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...