This was the night of
torture. Why the sun went to sleep
in twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.
Let us make a bargain.
A long deep grave opens the mouth
to receive the guests seeking justice.
If you think about a
myth of a flight in a moonrise,
nobody knocks at the door.
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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...
