Poems by Satish Verma

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  • With the tip in the center,
    this is the circle of an iron will...

  • Friends and foes
    would have a scuffle...

  • I am trying to do my bit,
    nonpareil. A soundproof doer...

  • The hunger was scouring
    each house- in utopia...

  • The Dumps (1) 2

    The words had started to fail me.
    There was always an ‘if...

  • Unfazed you stand in-
    a drizzle, to locate the...

  • Not giving or taking.
    I will share you...

  • For the beasts and men,
    a transition will not work...

  • An amniotic fluid initiates
    the moon to the thunderstorm...

  • Nestling in the arms of
    blue sky, a young moon was asking...

  • This was a twisted ladder
    for reduction of poverty...

  • This was not a witch
    or witchcraft, striking...