To talk about the
bequeaths, on the failures of oracles,
you were praying about the vain awards.
Do you know about the
witchcraft of a fallen ficus tree. There was
a black magic for healing a broken moon.
A temple was demolished
to change the god. Someone laughs from the
woods at night. A bronze body becomes a new god daily.
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Satish Verma Poems
PoezieSatish 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...