I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.
Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.
You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.
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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...