Your language spins,
and you want to repatriate your
holy words. Nascent love opens the eyes.
The cruel pain comes
again and again. I was hunting
the wounded cobra and smelled fear.
What offends your heart?
I wanted justice for readers who
don't want the book of rebirth.
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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...
