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Satish Verma
Satish Verma Poems
| 1761. | Wandering Jew | 11/22/2013 |
| 1762. | Outplaying | 11/23/2013 |
| 1763. | Travails Of Vivisection | 11/25/2013 |
| 1764. | Imperiously | 11/26/2013 |
| 1765. | Forgetting The Hymn | 11/28/2013 |
| 1766. | In Search Of Peace | 12/7/2013 |
| 1767. | End Thinking | 12/9/2013 |
| 1768. | Laissez-Faire | 12/10/2013 |
| 1769. | An Opusculum | 12/11/2013 |
| 1770. | Ropes | 9/16/2013 |
| 1771. | Odyssey | 9/17/2013 |
| 1772. | Neonate | 9/18/2013 |
| 1773. | Unsinking In Depth | 5/2/2013 |
| 1774. | Downfall | 9/19/2013 |
| 1775. | In Retrospect | 4/30/2013 |
| 1776. | In Praise | 9/20/2013 |
| 1777. | Implosion | 9/21/2013 |
| 1778. | Numbness | 9/23/2013 |
| 1779. | Wild Dreams | 12/21/2013 |
| 1780. | The Flash Point | 12/23/2013 |
| 1781. | Waiting In Wings | 12/24/2013 |
| 1782. | A Sneak Preview | 12/26/2013 |
| 1783. | How Many Times | 12/27/2013 |
| 1784. | The Myth Of Domain | 12/30/2013 |
| 1785. | Perversion | 1/3/2014 |
| 1786. | Straws | 1/4/2014 |
| 1787. | Clairvoyance | 1/6/2014 |
| 1788. | A Quiet Night | 1/7/2014 |
| 1789. | Retaliation | 1/8/2014 |
| 1790. | Colored Designs | 1/10/2014 |
| 1791. | Not Quite A Prayer | 1/11/2014 |
| 1792. | Tonight | 1/13/2014 |
| 1793. | Breakthough | 1/15/2014 |
| 1794. | Against The Rocks | 1/18/2014 |
| 1795. | What A Life? | 1/20/2014 |
| 1796. | In Search Of Truth | 1/21/2014 |
| 1797. | A Spiritual Rage | 1/22/2014 |
| 1798. | Strangely | 1/23/2014 |
| 1799. | What Went Wrong? | 1/25/2014 |
| 1800. | Ironbound | 1/27/2014 |
Best Poem of Satish Verma
*impact
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.
Fault Line
The template had the fault,
I was buried alive.
Brick by brick they erected the cell
around me.
I could see only the reflection
of a moon at night
in my glass of water.
During the day sun peeped through the cracks,
