Some Smiles

Satish Verma

Kissing the colored
glass reflection, seeking
a bounty hug.
I was hungry and you were

There was a beautiful
pain of obscuring you from a
distance and smelling
your fleshy
indelible presence.

A humane sense
amongst the beasts to
preserve the fossil
egg. An avis ancestor

Your cuddling hurts.
Where was the slaughterer,
who pinches the god
to send more innocents―
the hunted?