Howling of loneliness
begins. Voices were suicidal.
The anger wouldn't explode.
Let me euthanise.
No day was bright. Peacocks were
poisoned. I don't want to be enormous.
Om Shanti. I Open my
fists. Distance is not clear. Half
the truth is in acute pain.
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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...
