Satish Verma

Bronze Star - 2,858 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

2321. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
2322. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
2323. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
2324. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
2325. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
2326. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
2327. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
2328. Wrenching 4/24/2013
2329. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
2330. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
2331. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
2332. Xulon 3/13/2008
2333. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
2334. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
2335. Yielding 7/27/2009
2336. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
2337. You 9/30/2007
2338. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
2339. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
2340. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
2341. Your Voice 6/13/2015
2342. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
2343. Yours Only 9/10/2011
2344. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
2345. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
2346. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
2347. 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

Half-Drowned

The knot was broken
from the waist,
as if we were struck
by a bolt.

Thinking must stop.
Violence was there within
the pods, to explode and
eject the seeds.

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