Satish Verma

Gold Star - 33,766 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3761. The Final Retreat 12/3/2016
3762. ………….. Afraid Of Whom? 10/15/2007
3763. Marking The Graves 12/29/2016
3764. ‘crossing The Bar' Once Again... 5/25/2008
3765. *depression 4/27/2010
3766. …… Distant Shores 10/3/2007
3767. A Family Dust 12/23/2009
3768. Generosity 3/3/2009
3769. * The Dead Tiger 7/24/2009
3770. *impact 6/14/2010
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

Rains Are Coming

Sleep me, conceive me like sphagnum;
propel me to essence of death.
Seeing has put me behind the truth,
Like centipede, fear crawls in deep blind cave
throwing the feelers.
The gene has faltered. No red lights.
A paw, a blackboard, white lines
message is not clear.

[Report Error]