Satish Verma

Gold Star - 14,854 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

761. Echoes 4/6/2009
762. Echos In September 5/25/2016
763. Eclampsia 10/8/2007
764. Economics 4/25/2015
765. Ecstasy 3/27/2008
766. Edge Of Revenge 10/16/2007
767. Effrontery 2/3/2012
768. Ejection Fraction 6/13/2014
769. Elevating 6/6/2013
770. Émigré 6/2/2016
771. Emission Biochemical 11/11/2013
772. Emotionally 8/12/2013
773. Empathy 7/2/2008
774. Empathy With Tattered Cape 4/30/2016
775. Emptiness Was Screaming 11/19/2007
776. Empty Day 10/4/2009
777. Empty Dreams 6/18/2013
778. Empty Hands 6/5/2016
779. Empty Mind 7/14/2012
780. Emptying 4/14/2009
781. Encircled Gloom 5/10/2008
782. End Thinking 12/9/2013
783. Ending Of Time? 11/1/2007
784. Ending War 3/1/2013
785. Ending Was A Ceremony 8/9/2014
786. Endless Search 1/15/2015
787. Endless Yearning 4/21/2016
788. Endoskeleton 8/11/2012
789. Engagements 6/14/2012
790. Enigmatic 3/5/2012
791. Enormous Guilt 12/14/2009
792. Enough 6/14/2009
793. Entranced 6/7/2012
794. Enunciation 2/5/2009
795. Epileptic Truth 10/30/2007
796. Erected In My Pain 11/15/2007
797. Escaping 5/13/2015
798. Etching Your Profile 8/16/2013
799. Eternal Cuddle 10/13/2007
800. Eternal Drift 1/13/2012
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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