Satish Verma

Gold Star - 11,443 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2721. World Moves On 5/12/2016
2722. Wounded And Alive 5/28/2016
2723. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2724. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2725. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2726. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2727. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2728. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2729. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2730. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2731. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2732. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2733. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2734. Xulon 3/13/2008
2735. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2736. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2737. Yielding 7/27/2009
2738. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2739. You 9/30/2007
2740. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2741. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2742. Your Dress Code 6/27/2016
2743. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2744. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2745. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2746. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2747. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2748. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2749. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2750. 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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