Between psycho and a fakir,
did you say, there was a divine voice.
My green valley is losing the golden moon.
Scrapped, unseen was your life.
Who says death matters. A ghost walks with
me to listen to the immortal suffering.
This was a ritual memory.
orbiting two suns. You were trying
to see through the spiritual eye.
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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...