Plasma Floats
Like a bikini top
two hills were rising
in a spiral optics. Has
an altruistic vision.
A wildfire erupts between
the thongs of dead.
You have a mobile message
not to praise the sunrise
in the woods.
I am watching the flames
with a fury
of a wounded tiger.
poem by Satish Verma
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