Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,858 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2321. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2322. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2323. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2324. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2325. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2326. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2327. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2328. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2329. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2330. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2331. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2332. Xulon 3/13/2008
2333. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2334. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2335. Yielding 7/27/2009
2336. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2337. You 9/30/2007
2338. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2339. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2340. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2341. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2342. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2343. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2344. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2345. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2346. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2347. 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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