O narcissist, you hold on
to the last word of a lie. You had
kissed only the dust of stars.
Here, there where will be
you, if I give you a call of my dominion?
My jasmines are asking to bloom.
The legends are pouring in.
Time heals old wounds to make
new. My future always gets ready.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Satish Verma Poems
ŞiirSatish 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...