A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.
Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.
I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoezjaSatish 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...
No, Not Me
A queer a void. Define the
death of what you are. I am ready
to find the buried truth.
Where does the love go
when I seek the sparks? The milk
of eyes breaks into clots without flames.
I bend not to fall,
but to measure the time. Empty
mind is filled with shards.