Satish Verma


Scary?


Your slanting smile 
like a pendant-moon 
ready to collapse 
on pomegranates. 
 

 
Monstrous, bug-eyed, 
my pug will jump; 
whenever, I touch 
his snub-nose. 
 

 
Death was sparring 
after a brief encounter. 
What was the need 
for living more?



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