Satish Verma
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PryinglyA Poem by Satish VermaNomadic words do not stay with me |
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Your Half-Open EyesA Poem by Satish VermaMoon dust was sprinkled once more on mangroves |
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GenerouslyA Poem by Satish VermaDifferent hues were lit up. A water drop falls on my lips. |
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The Days Of AgonyA Poem by Satish VermaWere you the face of God in the temple of tooth. |
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The UndefinedA Poem by Satish VermaA green hunt of words does not dare to insert |
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Hurting MyselfA Poem by Satish VermaThe blue stare will stretch on the horizon. |
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Intensity Of A FlameA Poem by Satish VermaWithout audible conflict I invoke your face |
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A Massive WithdrawlA Poem by Satish VermaThe moon was coming up in cross-dressing style |
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Homage To UnknownA Poem by Satish VermaHalf-living in your gaze a prisoner of messed― |
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The OthersideA Poem by Satish VermaCalibrating, the orgy in sky. |
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