It was modernism.
The wind blows above the wings.
Poetry shouts war.
An ocean pain spreads.
Weather beats the years. Like tangerines
you hallucinate red poppies.
You have taken away
my eyes, ears and tongue. I will
not run out the blood tears.
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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...
When God Sleeps
It was modernism.
The wind blows above the wings.
Poetry shouts war.
An ocean pain spreads.
Weather beats the years. Like tangerines
you hallucinate red poppies.
You have taken away
my eyes, ears and tongue. I will
not run out the blood tears.