Satish Verma

Gold Star - 6,527 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2481. Woods Of Craft 10/14/2007
2482. Wordless Silence 4/25/2010
2483. Words 6/11/2009
2484. Words And Passages 7/5/2014
2485. Words Are Mine 8/16/2010
2486. Words Beyond 3/2/2010
2487. Words Of Never Being 1/22/2010
2488. Words Play 8/27/2014
2489. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2490. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2491. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2492. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2493. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2494. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2495. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2496. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2497. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2498. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2499. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2500. Xulon 3/13/2008
2501. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2502. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2503. Yielding 7/27/2009
2504. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2505. You 9/30/2007
2506. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2507. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2508. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2509. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2510. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2511. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2512. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2513. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2514. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2515. 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

The Stings

He was not ready
for a stash of negligees
put up by moon, on the trees.

A hanging valley drops the pretense
meets the river on the way
for a rendezvous.

Nymphs are flying randomly

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