It was the political hunt
beneath the words. Inflation comes in
the blue ego is invisible.
I am searching my
pain in your eyes. O god when the
moonlight will kiss the roses?
Be simple. Be in the
glory of flowing lava of your heart.
I am happy, I am nobody.
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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...
Read My Hunch
It was the political hunt
beneath the words. Inflation comes in
the blue ego is invisible.
I am searching my
pain in your eyes. O god when the
moonlight will kiss the roses?
Be simple. Be in the
glory of flowing lava of your heart.
I am happy, I am nobody.