Satish Verma
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Moonlit LakeA Poem by Satish VermaHot fish becomes topiarist. |
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Knocking At DoorA Poem by Satish VermaI would not bend the truth. A grape in mouth |
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The Bleak LandscapeA Poem by Satish VermaIn this cruel summer, body becomes a river― |
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Into The DarkA Poem by Satish VermaIn western sky hundreds of small birds were |
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Said In PartA Poem by Satish VermaImpacted in lunar surface, the centuries of dust and |
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Closed ChainA Poem by Satish VermaNot a single word wept, when sky was overcast. |
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Traveling ConstantlyA Poem by Satish VermaAgain I have come back in the crowd of fakes, |
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Praying MantisesA Poem by Satish VermaUnresponsive, an alien ego: I was moving |
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On Sick BedA Poem by Satish VermaThere were involuntary pauses. |
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On Sick BedA Poem by Satish VermaThere were involuntary pauses. |
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