In a ring of fire, you
drink from my hands. Are you happy?
I asked my lover one day.
It is very easy to blame.
I try to make you forget your wounds
Stop the murder of dreams.
Where was the pond of
blood? I want to count the nails
and invite rare amnesia.
Satish Verma Poems
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Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonde... Mais