We are family. Ask
yourself. Pain and cognizance burn
in cauldrons. Hazy eyes.
I know you cannot stand in
flames like Casabianca. Any angel
will ever drop? Were you a pure lamb?
Why did you divide the
love? To remain unbowed before the
surging black 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...
