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Author: Satish Verma
Author: Satish Verma

Ugliness in pink flakes

elopes with a terrorist.

Sun bleaches the black scorn

muscles ache with cramps.

Full moon peeps through the veil

of branches. Eucalyptus sways

in majestic conception.

Time to exude honey.

A perfect discrimination against

the trees. A painful ulcer on tongue

bleeds, pure as the malignant pain.

I will not talk about existence.

The shadow of god crops up.

Foolish dolls play the game.

Subjectivity has frills to counter

the drive of madness.

Anguish becoming responsible

to deliver the particles of imagination,

which move faster than death.

Future of man was in peril.

Satish Verma

----------------------- FUTURE

Ugliness in pink flakes

elopes with a terrorist.

Sun bleaches the black scorn

muscles ache with cramps.

Full moon peeps through the veil

of branches. Eucalyptus sways

in majestic conception.

Time to exude honey.

A perfect discrimination against

the trees. A painful ulcer on tongue

bleeds, pure as the malignant pain.

I will not talk about existence.

The shadow of god crops up.

Foolish dolls play the game.

Subjectivity has frills to counter

the drive of madness.

Anguish becoming responsible

to deliver the particles of imagination,

which move faster than death.

Future of man was in peril.

Satish Verma

----------------------- FUTURE

Ugliness in pink flakes

elopes with a terrorist.

Sun bleaches the black scorn

muscles ache with cramps.

Full moon peeps through the veil

of branches. Eucalyptus sways

in majestic conception.

Time to exude honey.

A perfect discrimination against

the trees. A painful ulcer on tongue

bleeds, pure as the malignant pain.

I will not talk about existence.

The shadow of god crops up.

Foolish dolls play the game.

Subjectivity has frills to counter

the drive of madness.

Anguish becoming responsible

to deliver the particles of imagination,

which move faster than death.

Future of man was in peril.

Satish Verma

-----------------------About the Author:

Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. You are taken aback. This is magic, profoundly soulful. In a lone, long journey Satish Verma is still discovering himself. Beaten, betrayed, felled, he comes back with fierce velocity. His childhood was traumatized by Indias partition. Terror, violence and death were witnessed which built the morals of poet. Becoming defiantly recluse Satish Verma pursued his value based life on the path of truth. Teaching Botany for 35 years he was writing poetry, privately and solemnly and published twelve collections. Worked silently with social causes. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.

He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com.

5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer 305007 INDIA

Mobile +91 9829071468




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