The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?
I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.
O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.
Satish Verma Poems
By satishvermapoems
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonde... More