Satish Verma

Gold Star - 21,794 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

3201. Words Play 8/27/2014
3202. World Moves On 5/12/2016
3203. Wounded And Alive 5/28/2016
3204. Wounded Dance 6/21/2010
3205. Wounded Flight 2/27/2009
3206. Wounded Path 10/16/2012
3207. Wounded Pride 9/6/2009
3208. Wounded Veils 2/9/2015
3209. Wrapped In Stigma 3/7/2015
3210. Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) 2/10/2010
3211. Wrenching 4/24/2013
3212. Wrinkling 5/10/2009
3213. Writing Furtively 8/20/2014
3214. Writing Its Diktat 11/17/2007
3215. Xulon 3/13/2008
3216. Yawning 12/17/2016
3217. Yellow Face 4/29/2010
3218. Yellow Roses 4/22/2014
3219. Yielding 7/27/2009
3220. Yin-Yang 6/2/2008
3221. You 9/30/2007
3222. You And Everybody 10/3/2007
3223. You Want To Be Born Again 11/19/2016
3224. You Will Not Create Death 12/27/2012
3225. Your Dress Code 6/27/2016
3226. Your Half-Open Eyes 7/10/2015
3227. Your Voice 6/13/2015
3228. Your Waking Head 11/19/2008
3229. Yours Only 9/10/2011
3230. Yourselves 10/9/2016
3231. Zeitgeist 5/14/2014
3232. Zero Hour 1/13/2010
3233. Ziplocked 8/18/2010
3234. बाहर आते हुए 9/1/2012
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.

Read the full of *impact

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,

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