Satish Verma Poems
Turns me on
I will write a poem.
Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.
The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.
Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.
A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.
• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.
Once you are labeled,
The human input is out and
you start falling apart.
My home, and I am trying
to set the walls free after?
A sinkhole eats you alive.