Author Information
Finding your Substance
Folder:
Satish Verma Howling of loneliness
begins. Voices were suicidal.
The anger wouldn't explode.
Let me euthanise.
No day was bright. Peacocks were
poisoned. I don't want to be enormous.
Om Shanti. I Open my
fists. Distance is not clear. Half
the truth is in acute pain.
