It is almost eerie,
scary too. I have not stopped loving
you. Trying To learn ghost words
I am thinking of writing
Wallace Stevens. The black birds come
and sit on the sill, looking at me.
The abstract pain was
flawless. Ink is black on white
paper of life. There was no blood.
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...