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. Satish Verma has published seven volumes of poetry in English and four in Hindi, translated three books of Ravindra Nath Tagore in Hindi. He lives in Ajmer [INDIA] where he runs a charitable holistic institute called SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.
Sound of footfalls was drawing near;
the tiger has been set free.
In the wild landscape you need
some feverfew. Death was constantly
stalking to trade off the dolls in
lieu of sameness of the stones.
The shifting sand drips in the eyes.
Face to face we come near the blind
ruins of today, denying the questions.
Who was responsible for the dark
skulls in the ragbag and explosions
near the granite temples?
Your face was not on the poster, but
you write the lessons to interrogate
the past. The gods are not visible.
Satish Verma
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FAILURE
Sound of footfalls was drawing near;
the tiger has been set free.
In the wild landscape you need
some feverfew. Death was constantly
stalking to trade off the dolls in
lieu of sameness of the stones.
The shifting sand drips in the eyes.
Face to face we come near the blind
ruins of today, denying the questions.
Who was responsible for the dark
skulls in the ragbag and explosions
near the granite temples?
Your face was not on the poster, but
you write the lessons to interrogate
the past. The gods are not visible.
Satish Verma
-----------------------------------------------
FAILURE
Sound of footfalls was drawing near;
the tiger has been set free.
In the wild landscape you need
some feverfew. Death was constantly
stalking to trade off the dolls in
lieu of sameness of the stones.
The shifting sand drips in the eyes.
Face to face we come near the blind
ruins of today, denying the questions.
Who was responsible for the dark
skulls in the ragbag and explosions
near the granite temples?
Your face was not on the poster, but
you write the lessons to interrogate
the past. The gods are not visible.
Satish Verma
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