Something To Happen
call, when my
book was burning.
I scramble to warn
the bees, not to
come near the sundew.
Words hide the
sticky floor. Walk prudently
to swap the hunger strike
for bread and wine,
as the fingerprints untangle
the mystery of desires.
New Poems
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No Makeup
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Swift Descent
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Inertia
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How Blue Was My Country
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In Celebration
Written by Satish Verma
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "No Makeup"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "Swift Descent"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "Inertia"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "How Blue Was My Country"
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Satish Verma wrote a poem "In Celebration"
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