Under a bleeding sun,
let the amaryllis speak for beauty.
The saddest was the drag queen.
It was an extraordinary
thought to turn on the darkness for
a marriage of the gown moon.
The wiper waits. This
was the fight of the return of
consolation in the blue light of the eyes.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoesiSatish 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...
