Satish Verma Poems
|4161.||………….. Afraid Of Whom?||10/15/2007|
|4162.||…… Distant Shores||10/3/2007|
|4163.||Marking The Graves||12/29/2016|
|4165.||‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...||5/25/2008|
|4166.||A Family Dust||12/23/2009|
|4168.||* The Dead Tiger||7/24/2009|
Comments about 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.
Joining The Hyphens
Hitting from the
arch of eyebrows,
my pain were you.
One brief death
in illusion, settles on
all the descents.
Not taking any