Satish Verma

Gold Star - 21,727 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

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