16 January, 2014

SCARY?

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

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

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

Satish Verma

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