Sometimes god dismembers
you. Your first love was what you
created. God tends to forget.
To love everyday was a
ritual. You burn an earthen lamp at
sanctum. Blue smoke was holy.
The dehumanization
was making the water red. I want
to dissect the truth to find an immortal.
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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...
