In the waning sun
how far the light will go to bite
the darkness of my loneliness?
A flawed explosion
falls at midnight to cause a moral
trauma. Merciless moon comes late.
Only the surreal sunrise
makes me complete. I am ready
to start my birth again.
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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...
