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Author: Satish Verma
Author: Satish Verma

The things which did not brother you,

like crossing the crowd unspoken.

Long pauses between the questions,

halting silences between frenzied wails.

Flesh stayed untouched by hand,

center of controversies.

I still speak noiselessly, for urgent whispers,

time for exit has come.

The fog now deepens in eyes

and then a cloud bursts.

Trickling, when you bend backward

to wet the floor of grass,

which stiches the earth.

Winds will not expose the naked skeleton

consciousness now hiccupps

crumbs fall from the table.

It was not me

It was not me.

Satish Verma

----------------- FALLING CRUMBS

The things which did not brother you,

like crossing the crowd unspoken.

Long pauses between the questions,

halting silences between frenzied wails.

Flesh stayed untouched by hand,

center of controversies.

I still speak noiselessly, for urgent whispers,

time for exit has come.

The fog now deepens in eyes

and then a cloud bursts.

Trickling, when you bend backward

to wet the floor of grass,

which stiches the earth.

Winds will not expose the naked skeleton

consciousness now hiccupps

crumbs fall from the table.

It was not me

It was not me.

Satish Verma

----------------- FALLING CRUMBS

The things which did not brother you,

like crossing the crowd unspoken.

Long pauses between the questions,

halting silences between frenzied wails.

Flesh stayed untouched by hand,

center of controversies.

I still speak noiselessly, for urgent whispers,

time for exit has come.

The fog now deepens in eyes

and then a cloud bursts.

Trickling, when you bend backward

to wet the floor of grass,

which stiches the earth.

Winds will not expose the naked skeleton

consciousness now hiccupps

crumbs fall from the table.

It was not me

It was not me.

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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