It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?
Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.
The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?
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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...
