I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

Satish Verma

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I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

Satish Verma

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I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

Satish Verma

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I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

Satish Verma

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I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

Satish Verma

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I AM THE LOVER

After separation from death 
rain-scented moon was rising 
in broken sky. Night birds started 
fluting one to another relentlessly; 

earth unjointed, was speechless, in 
failures we meet often, a little while. 
I was ascetic scaling blood pollution, 
the life had no mercy, incapable of healing. 

You surge for the bleeding miner, the 
gold missing, priest was innocent, behind 
the peels lies the empty hand, insanity in 
parallel depression will find a new praise. 

The infinite solitude of the soldier in war 
fights the demons of blind desires. One by 
one they kill you from the mountain. You 
rise from the ocean under twilight of winged stars.

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. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468