Satish Verma Poems
|3761.||Marking The Graves||12/29/2016|
|3762.||‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...||5/25/2008|
|3764.||…… Distant Shores||10/3/2007|
|3765.||A Family Dust||12/23/2009|
|3767.||* The Dead Tiger||7/24/2009|
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.
The stains will wash
the blood moon.
I will bring the nightingale.
Show me your sacred
heart. Can it sustain a
knife thrust through the ribs?
You are walking on the