Satish Verma

Gold Star - 13,290 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

761. Empathy 7/2/2008
762. Empathy With Tattered Cape 4/30/2016
763. Emptiness Was Screaming 11/19/2007
764. Empty Day 10/4/2009
765. Empty Dreams 6/18/2013
766. Empty Hands 6/5/2016
767. Empty Mind 7/14/2012
768. Emptying 4/14/2009
769. Encircled Gloom 5/10/2008
770. End Thinking 12/9/2013
771. Ending Of Time? 11/1/2007
772. Ending War 3/1/2013
773. Ending Was A Ceremony 8/9/2014
774. Endless Search 1/15/2015
775. Endless Yearning 4/21/2016
776. Endoskeleton 8/11/2012
777. Engagements 6/14/2012
778. Enigmatic 3/5/2012
779. Enormous Guilt 12/14/2009
780. Enough 6/14/2009
781. Entranced 6/7/2012
782. Enunciation 2/5/2009
783. Epileptic Truth 10/30/2007
784. Erected In My Pain 11/15/2007
785. Escaping 5/13/2015
786. Etching Your Profile 8/16/2013
787. Eternal Cuddle 10/13/2007
788. Eternal Drift 1/13/2012
789. Eternal Nothingness 12/13/2014
790. Eternal Wait 11/14/2008
791. Eternality 7/30/2014
792. Eternity 9/14/2008
793. Euthanasia 10/21/2007
794. Even The Planets 9/27/2011
795. Evening: A Self Experience 6/17/2008
796. Everlasting 10/15/2010
797. Evoking Images 1/29/2015
798. Evolution 4/23/2008
799. Exasperation 7/30/2015
800. Exchange 5/5/2011
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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