This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.
I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.
Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.
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Satish Verma Poems
ŞiirSatish 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...
Who Slays the Earth?
This was the crisis of
sacred fig. My virgin pain and
suffering were indigenous.
I adore the beauty of
night blooming jasmine. Unpaid death
follows in day. The milk dries up.
Before Nietzche walks in
I will divide the body of my dream.
A panic takes over the truth.