Incendiary crunch,
waiting to bloom. The self- flagellation
meets half-way the virtuous love.
Standing at an edge, was
it impressive? The classroom has dispersed.
We are left to find the truth.
The gamble starts, not
to cringe, placing the hand over the candle
flame to find the factuals.
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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...