The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.
The fog is rising. You
didn't warn me. I was standing
a candle in the wind.
It would happen. I will
ask you to do makeup. We are
talking of the integrity of dying.
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...
