Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,491 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

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