The beginning of renaissance
bounded to sun. Nothing is left between
us. Time will not do any mercy.
No pain to hide I behind.
will or dreams. I am writing my
saga after crossing the woods.
My soul does not die.
O god I am like you. Cosmos
is my home. From where I come or go.
YOU ARE READING
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...