The speeding light from
the sand hills was piercing. The
expansionism crumbles.
There was a need to
be undressed. I am haunted by unknown
voices coming from the moon.
Give me some paisa
to become rich. Poverty was my biggest
friend..Till now it walks like a lion.
Satish Verma Poems
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Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonde... Xem Thêm