The boundary has a
solid border. The wind plays tennis.
My beautiful Venus wears thick clouds.
Bimarian, I taste
the waters of Almighty, red and blue.
Who is testing me? Is it love?
What is the difference
between the moon and sunrise? Only
the sparks will tell the nature of love.
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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...