SCARY?

Folder: 
Satish Verma

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?