Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2201. Without Qualms 10/16/2008
2202. Without Reason 10/12/2011
2203. Woodrose 11/17/2008
2204. Woods Of Craft 10/14/2007
2205. Wordless Silence 4/25/2010
2206. Words 6/11/2009
2207. Words And Passages 7/5/2014
2208. Words Are Mine 8/16/2010
2209. Words Beyond 3/2/2010
2210. Words Of Never Being 1/22/2010
2211. Words Play 8/27/2014
2212. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2213. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2214. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2215. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2216. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2217. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2218. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2219. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2220. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2221. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2222. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2223. Xulon 3/13/2008
2224. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2225. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2226. Yielding 7/27/2009
2227. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2228. You 9/30/2007
2229. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2230. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2231. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2232. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2233. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2234. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2235. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2236. 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

This Kind Of Time

What noun was combative,
enduring the poison, when
you were subject of?
the history, which will
remain unwritten?

The war was on, in the
night of terror. You cannot
reach the extremeties, for the

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