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
Now my heart sings- Happy New Year to seen and unseen- dear or not so dear. At least one day in a year with the rise of sun I send you warmth of my heart- enjoy life, have fun. For
O Little angel O little angel from tranquil galaxy of rebirth coming through milky sky ways to land on the human earth singing merry Christmas songs with basket of wonderful toys some for her innocent girls and some for naughty
Another year has passed you are not here In this life, A loving mother, nainy & Devoted wife. 19th December was to celebrate your birth Only memories are left of your time on this earth In life what you longed
Many times I have wished for a place just for me Where it was quiet and peaceful,somewhere I could be I hoped for days when I wouldn’t have to do the dishes Or clean house or do laundry were my
The mistletoe hung from the doorway as the couple leaned in for a sweet kiss while the kids laughed far away Christmas is the Time of year that you can’t miss The kids were inside their bed while all those
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