Satish Verma

Gold Star - 15,100 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2881. Wordless Silence 4/25/2010
2882. Words 6/11/2009
2883. Words And Passages 7/5/2014
2884. Words Are Mine 8/16/2010
2885. Words Beyond 3/2/2010
2886. Words Of Never Being 1/22/2010
2887. Words Play 8/27/2014
2888. World Moves On 5/12/2016
2889. Wounded And Alive 5/28/2016
2890. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2891. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2892. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2893. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2894. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2895. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2896. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2897. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2898. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2899. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2900. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2901. Xulon 3/13/2008
2902. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2903. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2904. Yielding 7/27/2009
2905. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2906. You 9/30/2007
2907. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2908. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2909. Your Dress Code 6/27/2016
2910. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2911. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2912. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2913. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2914. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2915. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2916. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2917. 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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