Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,883 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2281. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2282. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2283. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2284. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2285. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2286. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2287. Xulon 3/13/2008
2288. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2289. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2290. Yielding 7/27/2009
2291. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2292. You 9/30/2007
2293. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2294. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2295. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2296. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2297. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2298. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2299. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2300. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2301. बाहर आते हुए 9/1/2012
Best Poem of Satish Verma


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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