Some Smiles

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


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
smiles.

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

Satish Verma