What do you want, I
ask the god, sitting in a buttercup?
The Hippocampus was shrinking.
My muse turns on.
In sleep my body wakes. The moon
was walking on hills to talk...
Be alert. I warn myself
A celestial body was going to fall
in the lap of an ocean. No ground to stand.
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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...
Pathless Vision
What do you want, I
ask the god, sitting in a buttercup?
The Hippocampus was shrinking.
My muse turns on.
In sleep my body wakes. The moon
was walking on hills to talk...
Be alert. I warn myself
A celestial body was going to fall
in the lap of an ocean. No ground to stand.