Inevitable was he born
mental. There was spiritual fever.
You want to sit on the rock forever.
The hawk was eager
to find the truth, sharpening his talons.
Don't bury the books in mud.
Where is the guiding
star? What was your inner voice doing?
Do you find another barn birth?
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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...