The trembling hands were 
ostrasized for living more 
than the mafia. 

Why the marigold 
will not use the magical potent 
to understand the conceit? 

Wounded by street 
an unease settles on devestated trees. 
How the broken moon will rise now? 

The giver will not distort 
the truth for the sake of bleak landscape. 
Seeds were waiting to sprout. 

You can bend the rainbow. 
Night was raped for nothing. 
Sun will take the revenge.

Satish Verma

Ajmer, Rajasthan, India

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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 November 07, 2012