the nectar will be spread 
to tame a random tormentor. 

Black and white, 
I never saw my father weeping. 
Lonely he was. 

I am 
my own creation today 
weather beaten. Confession to - 

confession, unread. When the- 
storm was tethered, 
there was flooding and neck deep- 

you were in tears. Am cannibalizing 
my own poems, to write a new line. 
It was a midnight moon.

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 October 27, 2012