In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.
The pain of orbiting was
very deep. The jasmine smell won't go.
The Ghost's steps were afraid to move.
No bell to ring. In
crystals I catch the red lips of
moon. The blue berries become sweet.
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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...