The non-existent love
was neutral. Honeybees still go to
collect the pollen from the lips of flowers.
The arrival was short lived.
I pay for the round eyes, then break
inside. There were no tears to solve the enigma.
Pillars of exhaustion. Still
getting ready for another war. The
fingers have the virgin drive.
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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...