Satish Verma Angst Poems

An obsession
to betray many faces
of man.
...

Killer was brown―
not white. Snowfall
covers the wounds of earth.
...

I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.
...

Tribal instinct spares none.
You change the script,
and come out to see the murmuration
of a flock of starlings.
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Was it kosher to wake
up a sleeping poem, when
someone has burned the book?
A rite of passage
...