Satish Verma
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Speaking One's ThoughtA Poem by Satish VermaNot able to sing─ you have become the song. |
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WitheringA Poem by Satish VermaOne hazel moon of November. I was thinking |
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Holy BathA Poem by Satish VermaThe smiling god, sitting on the throne |
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ForebiddingA Poem by Satish VermaStanding knee deep in water invoking the sun god |
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CupidityA Poem by Satish VermaAggravated injury, after a man tries |
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Sharp MuralsA Poem by Satish VermaNevermore you will talk of the forked tongue. |
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Crisis MomentA Poem by Satish VermaStakeholders, are coming. There was conflict between |
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Something DressyA Poem by Satish VermaA kingfisher would like to have no borders, |
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Soothing CandorA Poem by Satish VermaThe absolute had become contentious. |
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The Stinging WithdrawlA Poem by Satish VermaBarefoot you reach for candidacy to |
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