Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,471 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

121. Accidentally 11/27/2012
122. Accounting 2/13/2013
123. Aconite 10/8/2007
124. Acoustics Are Not Working 4/11/2008
125. Acrimony 5/17/2011
126. Across The Silence 12/22/2012
127. Actualis 3/24/2008
128. Adam’s Mend 12/25/2008
129. Adding To Woes 11/27/2010
130. Adulterous 10/10/2007
131. Afraid Of Unknown 2/24/2008
132. After Leaving The Home 2/1/2014
133. After Serial Blasts To Make A Point 10/29/2008
134. After Sunshine 7/26/2010
135. After The Assault 5/30/2014
136. After The Carnage 5/23/2014
137. After The Storm 12/22/2009
138. Afterimages 6/22/2012
139. Aftertaste 10/16/2010
140. Afterthoughts 1/2/2014
141. Again Falling In Love 1/24/2008
142. Against Deportation 4/6/2009
143. Against The Rocks 1/18/2014
144. Against The Times 8/27/2011
145. Against Thoughts 1/24/2009
146. Age Of The Straw 2/13/2010
147. Ageism 11/30/2009
148. Ageless 1/28/2009
149. Agony 4/26/2008
150. Aham Asmi... * 8/1/2008
151. Air Was Naked 4/4/2009
152. All I Remember 10/20/2009
153. All I Unread 6/28/2010
154. All The Empty Hands 3/3/2008
155. All The Griefs 3/19/2010
156. Alligators Were Dying 2/8/2008
157. Alone In The Heat 11/2/2007
158. Aloneness Of Fire 3/24/2008
159. Along The Dots 4/17/2014
160. Along The Sorrow 6/15/2010
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

Bleeding Heart

And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days
when the sleep was far away chasing the sleep
and the crumbeled continuity of a tale lay unpeeled.

How to highlight the dates on our calenders?
You keep forgetting even the years
when your forefathers left.
And deep in the green grass the names were wiped out.

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