PURE STEEL

Coming near the incarnation of an 
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking. 

Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor 
reaching near the edge of poetry. 

I ask you to clamp my name, the 
gash on the book was bleeding. 

Was it discretion of night to decorate 
a battered and abused body of a doll? 

Naked you cry on the shoulder of the moon. 
This was my prophecy, this is my fate.

Satish Verma

From: 
Ajmer, Rajasthan, India.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Pitted against the forces bigger than him Satish Verma has been fighting with life on his own terms. In this savage, violent and raging times, he has authored several collections of poetry in English and Hindi, in concrete and precise verses, analyzing the complex nature of man, history and ancient heritage of Homo sapiens. And standing at crossroads he is asking where do we go from here. His poetry communicates a beautiful, mystical mind exploring the images of nature, trying to find the meaning of the life and death, the ecstasy of talking to moon, flowers and wind in the kingdom of god. He wants to know cannot we live in peace?, Satish Verma addresses the most complex questions of philosophy, religion and political culture in a very subtle but virtual shocking manner. As aptly said by Lao Tzu, The one who speaks does not know, The one who knows does not speak, 5-Aii, Mayor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer-305007 INDIA


Last updated September 03, 2012