Walking the path with otherness; not achieving anything, I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline to join the gods of a crowd. So that my sun, remains shadowless.
No, it is not the final verdict. I was always incomplete, unburdening my cipher, failing against the blood that demanded uninterrupted flow, blending right and wrong. My words were too much
to say No. The melting snow remembered the names of the trees. On the breast of earth a signature theme plucks the grass to make way for the rose beds. This makes no secret of betrayal.
Less prudent, I blunder, try to untie myself from future, and become little me, playing with the mask of present, carrying my blankness to become hungry again, for the knowledge which was never my fatal being.
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 India’s 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 email@example.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
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