Satish Verma
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UnbuttoningA Poem by Satish VermaScratching the rusted face of the dust storm― |
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Left On The DunesA Poem by Satish VermaTalking points at ground zero trap the heat. The tyrann |
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Along The PathA Poem by Satish VermaEncountering a dislocated self, here it goes, the “I”, |
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Soaked In GloryA Poem by Satish VermaThe plunging line was― going deeper, cutting close to |
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IdeationA Poem by Satish VermaA fuzzy fear descends. You become ensconced― |
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Pure As A FlameA Poem by Satish VermaSleepwalking in unlit night, grabbing the |
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Thinking Deeply About SomethingA Poem by Satish VermaThe trail in mind, you had a problem, before the coming of Him. |
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Cruel BonhomieA Poem by Satish VermaLike a meteorite streaking through the sky, iron |
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Listening To YourselfA Poem by Satish VermaTreading gently, trying to feel close to the heat of |
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From The WombA Poem by Satish VermaThe póetique listening to the reason, as foggy |