Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,501 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2241. Words Are Mine 8/16/2010
2242. Words Beyond 3/2/2010
2243. Words Of Never Being 1/22/2010
2244. Words Play 8/27/2014
2245. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2246. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2247. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2248. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2249. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2250. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2251. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2252. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2253. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2254. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2255. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2256. Xulon 3/13/2008
2257. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2258. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2259. Yielding 7/27/2009
2260. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2261. You 9/30/2007
2262. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2263. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2264. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2265. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2266. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2267. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2268. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2269. बाहर आते हुए 9/1/2012
Best Poem of Satish Verma

*impact

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.

Read the full of *impact

Rains Are Coming

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
objectively.
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.

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