Satish Verma Poems
|3804.||Between Fear And Courage||10/26/2007|
|3808.||From Death To Death||11/22/2007|
|3809.||Marking The Graves||12/29/2016|
|3810.||Breaking The Rules||9/29/2011|
|3814.||Loss Of Identity||5/20/2014|
|3815.||A Family Dust||12/23/2009|
|3816.||‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...||5/25/2008|
|3818.||* 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.
Coming Under The Wheels
Highly vitiated was
your kitchen. I assume
I was dead on your table.
The halo was fading.
Stage was set for a showdown
between the believer and the iced river.
The red carpet had been