Leapfrog

A frog leaps between your eyes.
The fear was intense-
and pain was possessive.

In besieged apples, there
was no forensic probe. Carnality
takes the back seat.

One dropp of honeydew destroys
the contours of hills. Moon
will wear the unseen costume.

The purple sand now sends
the topless marines to fight
with tender stings.

I am here, with an azure sky
to unfold the secret of dark flames.
O rose, send the bouquet.

Satish Verma