Satish Verma
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At The Navel Of The EarthA Poem by Satish VermaAgain you took a wrong path to meet the angel. |
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Whom To TellA Poem by Satish VermaIt was your weapon. Nobody else would have given in. |
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Not AstersA Poem by Satish VermaYour roses drink the sun in dewy dawn. I catch the |
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SingularityA Poem by Satish VermaThe horses run like― tiny dots, on horizon, to |
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Blue BloodspotsA Poem by Satish VermaA fallout from your waning smile, parades |
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Before The HangingA Poem by Satish VermaToday you are moon, tomorrow Miranda. |
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Missing The BusA Poem by Satish VermaMissing The Bus |
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With Paper FrillsA Poem by Satish VermaTouching your glacier lips with my poems. |
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To Be HumanA Poem by Satish VermaNot thinking of you in vacant mood. |
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How To ProceedA Poem by Satish VermaOpening night's silk, remembering you, under moon― |