This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.
You knock at the door
with your head. A lamp lights the lamp.
But the walls are still very dark.
Eyes invoke the light.
To read the unwritten saga of a
house burning without the sparks.
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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...
Who was Black?
This was a bounty.
Shouting on the flames.
You wait for the unspoken silence.
You knock at the door
with your head. A lamp lights the lamp.
But the walls are still very dark.
Eyes invoke the light.
To read the unwritten saga of a
house burning without the sparks.