Satish Verma Poems
|3961.||* Return Journey||7/24/2009|
|3963.||…… Of Humanity||9/30/2007|
|3965.||A Lone Warrior||12/3/2009|
|3966.||A Living Soul||5/16/2008|
|3967.||The Final Retreat||12/3/2016|
|3968.||………….. Afraid Of Whom?||10/15/2007|
|3969.||…… Distant Shores||10/3/2007|
|3971.||Marking The Graves||12/29/2016|
|3973.||‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...||5/25/2008|
|3974.||A Family Dust||12/23/2009|
|3975.||* 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.
And everyday we talk about the sinister designs
of semilunar nights to rob us of our days
when the sleep was far away chasing the sleep
and the crumbeled continuity of a tale lay unpeeled.
How to highlight the dates on our calenders?
You keep forgetting even the years
when your forefathers left.
And deep in the green grass the names were wiped out.