Satish Verma Poems
|4041.||…… Distant Shores||10/3/2007|
|4043.||Marking The Graves||12/29/2016|
|4044.||‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...||5/25/2008|
|4045.||A Family Dust||12/23/2009|
|4047.||* 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.
On wilting roses?
a spider weaves a web,
to spin a murder.
I will curb the hots
to kiss a dying moon on
the burning coals.
Writing a dew poem
was difficult without
a riot of tears.