Undaunted you call me
godfather, my heart. My message in
a storm will reach you one day.
O Marygold my patience
breaks. I was exiled not to come back
burning house of wisdom.
The wax is melting. Light
dims. How can you arrest the sun to
lift the fire for the sake of clouds.
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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...