It opens, it opens

in Satish

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain.

Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

IT OPENS

An oriole gives 
an edgy call 
in the blaze of morning. 

I am not fully awake, 
sky is melting on window. 
Death has company. 

Zen, it did not connect me 
with your god. 
I am tired of pretentions. 

Small was the wasp 
in a cobweb of pain. 
It floated a sign of conflict. 

My thorn did not prick your petals 
in vain. Dead leaves 
started bleeding.

Satish Verma

--------------------------------------------------

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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. 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.

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This article was published on 2011/04/14