Tonight sleep was not coming to me. Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes. It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize the legacy, the tendrils of violence. Wrapped in white shrouds the bodies were laid out on the grass. The pearly sunlight was ready to give anything for a name.
The pitted legs, the shattered bones, black moles of the final darkness. Descending on the battle ground, parched throats licking up the dew from the mute bodies of ancestors. I would eat death, shapeless, as blunt questions, as medallions. Millions of years will be ready to make out the fossils of time machines.
Are not the pinnacles of snow shining on the mountains of silent hate? You keep the windows open, so that the blasts does not shatter the glass. When this calamity will end? The new born babies are thrown out on heaps of garbage, bloody rags of unhinged bloughs. A hunch-backed god was tottering on the broken planks.
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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