Winter has stopped indulging. 
Brown body of summer 
longs for the full lips of moon. 
I become saddened 
tracking time. 

Desire is now a temple 
outraged by sun 
starts a dialogue with winds. 

Grey hills kill the songs 
and empty life again fills in 
the cargo of memories. 

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock 
breaks a stone 
and melts into night. 

I prepare to die again 
amidst the disguises of fidelities. 


* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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Isful ah-ness!

Winter has stopped indulging. 
Brown body of summer 
longs for the full lips of moon. 
I become saddened 
tracking time. 

Desire is now a temple 
outraged by sun 
starts a dialogue with winds. 

Grey hills kill the songs 
and empty life again fills in 
the cargo of memories. 

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock 
breaks a stone 
and melts into night. 

I prepare to die again 
amidst the disguises of fidelities. 


* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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Isful ah-ness!

Winter has stopped indulging. 
Brown body of summer 
longs for the full lips of moon. 
I become saddened 
tracking time. 

Desire is now a temple 
outraged by sun 
starts a dialogue with winds. 

Grey hills kill the songs 
and empty life again fills in 
the cargo of memories. 

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock 
breaks a stone 
and melts into night. 

I prepare to die again 
amidst the disguises of fidelities. 


* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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Isful ah-ness!

Winter has stopped indulging. 
Brown body of summer 
longs for the full lips of moon. 
I become saddened 
tracking time. 

Desire is now a temple 
outraged by sun 
starts a dialogue with winds. 

Grey hills kill the songs 
and empty life again fills in 
the cargo of memories. 

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock 
breaks a stone 
and melts into night. 

I prepare to die again 
amidst the disguises of fidelities. 


* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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Isful ah-ness!

Winter has stopped indulging. 
Brown body of summer 
longs for the full lips of moon. 
I become saddened 
tracking time. 

Desire is now a temple 
outraged by sun 
starts a dialogue with winds. 

Grey hills kill the songs 
and empty life again fills in 
the cargo of memories. 

Silence is cool, ticks like a clock 
breaks a stone 
and melts into night. 

I prepare to die again 
amidst the disguises of fidelities. 


* A Phrase from Les Murray.

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
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.