Blemishes

This is incredibly good, you have real talent! I'm impressed :)- Hannah Small

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Nowhere In Sight

Hello,
this poem cries out from a war zone, or at least tells of one.

It begins with a walk of bravery despite the danger. Something are worth facing the danger - after all should we not all be free to go where we choose?

The word 'mauled' describes the molesting, rape if you will of a city who had no choice and now wears the scars.

The imagery of the screaming from injuries inflicted by an army of dolls. I may have this wrong?

A burnt body leave only ash. Ash being one of the results of war. Fire, whether it is friendly or not still causes ash.

Ash covering the sun's light and with it hope. Adding the request of flowers, or should I say kindness/ peace is a heartfelt request an image indeed.

Peace. Take Care,-Mr Darcy 

I have no way to comment on this poem, no words to describe how i understand it but i sure like the description, imagery, the flow and wording used.
Beautiful piece.
Great write.-Busy Poet

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Dying Beautifully

You have such a wonderful style... Your poetry is so real but so... I don't even know how to put it... Intricate but simple as well in the best way. I want you to know that your poems may not have a lot of comments and that you may never be famous for them in your life but they are wonderful and I believe some day you will be remembered for them.-avery

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Holding My Toes

Oh this is so beautiful and sad. I have experienced much loss.. This captures that feeling perfectly.-avery

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Holding My Toes

Dear Satish Verma Ji.

I could not help myself from quickly translating your poem into Telugu just as it is, to find how fine it would come out as. And it did so to me. But I will have to ask the readers in Telugu to give the needed feedback. I did translate your 'Holding your toes' without your express permission here with a hope that you would oblige.

నా  కాలి వేళ్ళకు తగుల్తూ...

ఒక  సాయంత్రపు  ప్రింరోజు  పువ్వు జారింది  నా  చేతుల   మీద

నేనేమో  దాని  ఎండు  పెదాలనుంచి  ఒక  నవ్వు  లాకున్నాను

దానికీ  తెల్సు  చావంటే  ఏమిటో , గులాబీ  కళ్ళతో  ముద్దు  అని –

పోయిన  పరువు   అంత  అని - మళ్ళీ  చస్తున్న  సూర్యుడి  అమాయకత్వం  అంత  అని .

నేను  ఏమని  చెప్పుకోవాలి  నాలో నేను , నువ్వు  రావడం  లేదని  .

మెల్ల  మెల్లగా , ఈ  ఇల్లు  స్తంభించిన  గాలి లోకి  తిరిగి వెళ్ళిపోతుంది .

చెదలు  ముగ్గులు  వేస్తాయి  పాత  పుస్తకాల  మీద .

కదులుతుంది  ఇక  ప్రైవేటు  కన్నీటి  ట్రాఫ్ఫిక్క్.

సత్యం  జరుగుతోంది అందరి  చిల్లర  దేవుళ్ళ  దయతో,

నేను  ఏమి  అడగను,

ఒక్క  ఎర్రగులాబీ  మొగ్గలుతప్ప, అదీ  శిశిరం  మొదట్లో.

ఎవ్వరికీ  తెలియదు

నా  కాలి  వేళ్ళకు  గడ్డి  తగుల్తుందని

ఏడుస్తూ! -Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad

Very poignant write.Touched me. One of your very best, Satish ji.-Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad

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Psychological Dying

You just don't even know how this one so touches me tonight....... For a grandaughter whose heart has been so sadly broken and her spirits very much like a psychological death. JacieStralkoDuca

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Stonewashed

Nicely expressed;- Weeping willow

seen you on postpoems,read a few of your writes.never commented thogh over my head lol.- Ron parrish

provocative write! Nice work.- Chris G. Vaillancourt

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Smashing the Road Signs

An excellent piece and nioce concept.-Rassool Jibraeel Snyman, South Africa

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SEA SHELLS

A sad piece, but beautifully written, thank you for sharing.-Tanya Campos-Gracia

Very interesting and well written poem - Enjoyed the read - God Bless-Michael Jordan 

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The Ending

Future and then it all end fire and sulfur does it have to be this way tears in heaven cry out blessings shout come with me let this distraction be no one shall weep for eternity. Have a nice day.-SuperSlimJim

I suppose each of us can take this in a different way. To me there is a sadness about it. Good poetry makes the reader think. JacieStralkoDuca

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Intense Poetry

A wonderful poem, Satish ji. A powerful statement on how things have changed. But the lure of the muse remains intense. -GSP Rao, Hyderabad

And finally offer.. very good poem....

I shall refuse to be cowed down
And make it known
That poetry is best instrument
For any kind of thoughtful movement

Mind shall speak
Heart shall feel weak
But ultimately language shall utter
Some fine words and finally offer! -hasmukh mehta , ahmedabad

True Sir, Poets are very Sensitive to emotions -RAJESHWARI SRINIVASAN, MUMBAI

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Tirelessly

"Do not move. Do not speak. Listen to voice of stillness." You see what we fail to notice and hear that which silently screams. Thank you for your beautiful lines. Sending you lots of love my dear friend.- Light H2o

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Easy To Forget

An excellent write so original and stunning in content that stirs.-Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad

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Found Yourself

Profound, Insightful, Beautiful...The real quest and journey of life and after life.-Maaya Dev, Hyderabad

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Beyond Change

Imprisoned within the walls of our fears with no way out.-Nadeem Qazilbash ( @nadeemq )

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