Satish Verma

Gold Star - 6,588 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2481. Without Qualms 10/16/2008
2482. Without Reason 10/12/2011
2483. Woodrose 11/17/2008
2484. Woods Of Craft 10/14/2007
2485. Wordless Silence 4/25/2010
2486. Words 6/11/2009
2487. Words And Passages 7/5/2014
2488. Words Are Mine 8/16/2010
2489. Words Beyond 3/2/2010
2490. Words Of Never Being 1/22/2010
2491. Words Play 8/27/2014
2492. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2493. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2494. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2495. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2496. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2497. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2498. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2499. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2500. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2501. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2502. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2503. Xulon 3/13/2008
2504. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2505. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2506. Yielding 7/27/2009
2507. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2508. You 9/30/2007
2509. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2510. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2511. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2512. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2513. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2514. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2515. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2516. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2517. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2518. 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

Fault Line

The template had the fault,
I was buried alive.
Brick by brick they erected the cell
around me.
I could see only the reflection
of a moon at night
in my glass of water.

During the day sun peeped through the cracks,

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