Satish Verma
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A Space, A Dot, A LineA Poem by Satish VermaThe hesitant― dawn cracks, as the |
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Skirting The BookA Poem by Satish VermaThis was man made, the blue-chip― changing the landsca |
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The BenevolenceA Poem by Satish VermaBorderless pain was said untold. I am writing |
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An AwakeningA Poem by Satish VermaProfiling the flaws after the ignition, starts |
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The Rarest ThingA Poem by Satish VermaThe night watchman has become an etcher. |
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The DaphniaA Poem by Satish VermaThe truth of my blood at the mensal |
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What HospiceA Poem by Satish VermaBecoming unsteady at points of darkness. |
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Self-EffacementA Poem by Satish VermaGender― was becoming unborn, ― |
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The Prairie WoolA Poem by Satish VermaThe trapped body will not listen to baby fugue. |
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Violence In A CupA Poem by Satish VermaThe winged sex of the module/wants to stay naked. |
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