Is it not queer
repudating to invade the riveting
image of whirlpool of spilled milk?
No complaints. I don't
keep a sharp razor. My poems
always burn the residual integrity.
Charity for every one.
Who distributes the venom? Cobra
doesn't want to kill like god.
Great poem, that incises the readers conscience with surgical precision…
Satish Verma is a Sharp Shooter. You find him one here, as always. And, true to his words, his poems "burn the residual integrity". No one raises his hands, when asked "who distributes the venom"? Albeit, the fact that the venom is there everywhere and in everything and everyone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Satish Verma is a Sharp Shooter. You find him one here, as always. And, true to his words, his poems "burn the residual integrity". No one raises his hands, when asked "who distributes the venom"? Albeit, the fact that the venom is visible everywhere and in everything and everyone!