There is something in
pattern of politics. We were victims
of hornets. The venom proves-
The truth of life. Slaughter
houses are reality. You come out of the cave
like pure gold. A war between body and soul begins.
O necklace, O jewel, what
is the relationship between fire and
dewdrop? Was it worth dying?
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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...