There was reverse sorrow.
Wayfinding in the bones lives the
spirit, for eternity of love.
Amnesia, it appears like a
bliss. Between pause and memory
blazes the third eye of the interface.
There were some answers
open ending. Absolutely there were no
questions to dig out the truth.
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Satish Verma Poems
Thơ CaSatish 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...