Next Night

Next Night short poem

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I hate the self-immolation
of orange sex.
Weather was leaving
blue strings on the skin.

Redemption was incomplete
by sharing the legs
Lips will not knead
the ears.

Like wakng in darkness
for a passage to grief.
Black moon will step aside
for a flame at the end of tunnel.
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I hate the self-immolation
of orange sex.
Weather was leaving
blue strings on the skin.

Redemption was incomplete
by sharing the legs
Lips will not knead
the ears.

Like wakng in darkness
for a passage to grief.
Black moon will step aside
for a flame at the end of tunnel.

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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 kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468
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