Being alone it was a sacred
crime. Migrant words had reached
terranova. Heart-wrenches begins.
Will there be resurrection
of heritage? Riding an eagle a black-
bird was doing nothing to reach anywhere.
I will communicate to you
my infinity of pain. The spiders
would never leave the webs.
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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...
