It was a curved truth.
Handmade but flawed, cannot give
a gloss to the waning garden.
Half-eaten thistle was
not sufficient. The hunger pain
was of no interest after death.
Take away my love index.
Homo sapiens are going in reverse.
I will weaponize my muse.
ESTÁ A LER
Satish Verma Poems
PoesiaSatish 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...
